Kevelaer… Wow.

Stunning vibes.

I live here.

Really live here.

Merowingerstraße buzzes.

Holy energy pulses.

I stroll slowly, relaxin’.

In stress? Not today.

I loooove Heilig Kreuz church.

A dazzling landmark.

Its bells… ring like dreams.

Damn, so epic.

Im Ört street chills me out.

I always say, "What a vibe!"

Woah, the park – Bürgerpark – is divine.

It’s green and alive…

Buzzin’ with life.

I pause.

Remember Werckmeister Harmonies?

"Time is but a prisoner."

That hits, every time.

Rivers whisper around town.

The little Beke flows softly.

I love chaos.

Some spots? Pure enchantment.

Schmidtstraße’s cozy cafes invite.

So many secret corners.

I recall one day.

I sat outside.

Meditating on life.

I misjudged my lunch – um, ouch – my coffee spilled.

Yet, it was magic.

I got mad.

But then laughing came.

Man, relaxation is weird.

I meander blind but free.

Intricate twists amaze me.

Hey, I saw locals gossip.

Such fuuuun.

My moods: rollercoaster.

I’m a dramatic soul – you know.

City sneaks thrill.

Every breath – surprise!

I exhale.

At night, old corners whisper.

Mystery unspools slowly.

Sometimes words fail.

"Existence is transient."

That, like Bela said, echoes.

Data? Bah, who cares.

Kevelaer, you are art, madness, soul.

Keep loving every minute.

Yeah, buddy, that's it.