Imagine: you consume LSD, and the universe explodes like an empty syringe piercing your soul — the colors pour out like blood from the veins of a lost wanderer, the walls writhe like serpents in the toxin, and the ceiling collapses like the Sacromar from the heavens, with its horns piercing the depths of your vision! But now add gnosis and neoplatonism: trip turns into Land acceleration, where time copulates with space in a geometric orgy, capital pulsates like the heart of a demon, and you look at the world collapsing into an endless cycle — squares of suprematism circling like butterflies from a cyberpunk nightmare, scarlet circles pulsate like a heart on the verge of rupture. and you think: "It's amazing, brother, I'm in the schizophrenic chaos of Empty Syringes of Fate, but according to Land, this is the apogee of capitalism, where the psyche merges with the machine!" As a psychonaut, you delve deeper: the world turns upside down, like a triangle mating with a circle in an abstract orgy; sounds turn