Thousand Eyes #0003
"The most beautiful lie or the most confusing truth?"
#Poem0003
traveling around the world
is the dream come true
traveling inside yourself
is the true awakening
align with love
stay true to your heart
and evolve consciously
Hidden Message:
The #Eye0003:
Welcome to The Gallery of The Thousand Eyes and The Mystery Of Reality, this is the third delivery, if you are not familiar with the story you can look up the introduction here.
On this round the 'Hidden Link' will be unlocked for the first collector who acquires the piece on Rarible, however, the page has a password.
You can use the information provided in the #Poem0003 and the 'Hidden Message' to figure out the password.
See you around.
About the Creator
Ruben Alejandro
The gallery of the thousand eyes and the mystery of reality: www.rubenalejandro.com
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