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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Time ceases to flow in a linear path.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎('Chasm of Disaster?).. | • Foreign Galaxies.
Humanity's unyielding quest for wisdom has propelled it to investigate realms far beyond its earthbound origin. In an audacious aspiration to fudge essence beyond Earth, scholars have become ensnared in a devout fixation, one that distorts perspicacity and enmesh them within the intricate continuum of space and chronology. Disintegrated by an unquenchable enthrallment with abode on anomalies spheres, they immerse themselves in the abyss of the unknown, mesmerized by the prospect of survival on extraterrestrial terrain.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎[ I. ] Beyond Earth “Wormhole opens”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎SEVENTH OF JUNE, Timeless Observation. 🔭
What commenced as scientific inquiry has degenerated into an unraveling of sanity. Each revelation, each novel epiphany, accelerates their descent into a vortex where reason dissolves into delusion. The investigation births a rift an anomalous gateway that transcends dimension, ushering in calamity cloaked in the simulacrum of evolution.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Time ceases to flow in a linear path.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎('Chasm of Disaster?).. | • Foreign Galaxies.
Humanity's unyielding quest for wisdom has propelled it to investigate realms far beyond its earthbound origin. In an audacious aspiration to fudge essence beyond Earth, scholars have become ensnared in a devout fixation, one that distorts perspicacity and enmesh them within the intricate continuum of space and chronology. Disintegrated by an unquenchable enthrallment with abode on anomalies spheres, they immerse themselves in the abyss of the unknown, mesmerized by the prospect of survival on extraterrestrial terrain.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎[ I. ] Beyond Earth “Wormhole opens”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎SEVENTH OF JUNE, Timeless Observation. 🔭
What commenced as scientific inquiry has degenerated into an unraveling of sanity. Each revelation, each novel epiphany, accelerates their descent into a vortex where reason dissolves into delusion. The investigation births a rift an anomalous gateway that transcends dimension, ushering in calamity cloaked in the simulacrum of evolution.
From the instant their soles traverse the maw of the wormhole, their reality begins to disintegrate. And now, suspended in the interstellar silence, a single question reverberates: was the sacrifice of earthly innocence worth the price of cosmic knowledge?︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
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Channel name was changed to «What begins as mere observation gradually evolves into an all-consuming obsession, unlocking a boundless portal to infinity.»
Channel name was changed to «A immortal gateway emerges, unfurling a cascade of cosmic hues across the empyrean.»
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ㅤㅤ( ⚚. ) The world has forfeited its tenderness.
🕰️ ╱ It groaned beneath the crushing burden of centuries, its spirit eroded by the relentless march of smoke, tempests, and an eerie, all-consuming silence.
THE SLOW AND GRADUAL UNRAVELING
The grown ones, the stewards, the visionaries, and the scholars lifted their gaze toward the heavens, their eyes drawn to the cold, distant stars. These celestial bodies, once emblems of hope and guidance, now appeared as hollow, flickering beacons, signaling the existence of something far beyond, far past the dimming blue expanse above them. 🛰️ ⋭
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤIn their desperation to forge
ㅤㅤㅤㅤa tomorrow, they failed to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤbestow upon their children
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe simplest of gifts, the gift
ㅤㅤㅤㅤof now. For in their fevered
ㅤㅤㅤㅤpursuit of some distant,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤimagined future, they
ㅤㅤㅤㅤneglected the quiet grace of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe present.
The parents, so engrossed by the pursuit of knowledge and progress, forsook the sacred tradition of bedtime fables, those cherished tales spun under the soft glow of a nightlight, meant to stir the imagination and calm the soul. They abandoned the carefree laughter that had once echoed in the backyards, those moments of light-hearted joy that marked the innocence of youth. Instead, they submerged themselves into the sterile, impersonal lexicon of physics and time, mathematical abstractions of gravity and existence, intricate maps of stars and the twisting enigmas of wormholes. 🗝️ ⨮
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ㅤㅤ( ⚚. ) The world has forfeited its tenderness.
🕰️ ╱ It groaned beneath the crushing burden of centuries, its spirit eroded by the relentless march of smoke, tempests, and an eerie, all-consuming silence.
THE SLOW AND GRADUAL UNRAVELING
Of what once was affectionately termed home did not arrive with a sudden crash or an overwhelming rupture. No, the oceans once vast and unyielding began to pull back, retreating into the distant abyss as though weary of their eternal embrace with the shore. The heavens, once bright and bold, faded into somber twilight, their once-vibrant hues dulled by time and neglect. And the very land itself, that which had once cradled all life with such tenderness, now whispered in desolation, murmuring that it could no longer hold the fragile weight of an uncertain tomorrow. The earth, worn and heavy with the sorrow of aeons, could no longer be the foundation upon which the future could stand.
The grown ones, the stewards, the visionaries, and the scholars lifted their gaze toward the heavens, their eyes drawn to the cold, distant stars. These celestial bodies, once emblems of hope and guidance, now appeared as hollow, flickering beacons, signaling the existence of something far beyond, far past the dimming blue expanse above them. 🛰️ ⋭
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤIn their desperation to forge
ㅤㅤㅤㅤa tomorrow, they failed to
ㅤㅤㅤㅤbestow upon their children
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe simplest of gifts, the gift
ㅤㅤㅤㅤof now. For in their fevered
ㅤㅤㅤㅤpursuit of some distant,
ㅤㅤㅤㅤimagined future, they
ㅤㅤㅤㅤneglected the quiet grace of
ㅤㅤㅤㅤthe present.
“The fleeting moments that once mattered most.” ────── Heavenward Warden,0706.
The parents, so engrossed by the pursuit of knowledge and progress, forsook the sacred tradition of bedtime fables, those cherished tales spun under the soft glow of a nightlight, meant to stir the imagination and calm the soul. They abandoned the carefree laughter that had once echoed in the backyards, those moments of light-hearted joy that marked the innocence of youth. Instead, they submerged themselves into the sterile, impersonal lexicon of physics and time, mathematical abstractions of gravity and existence, intricate maps of stars and the twisting enigmas of wormholes. 🗝️ ⨮
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🪐 THE ANCIENT OBSERVATORY
“What did they do in that fateful night?”
THE MILĶY WÄY AND EVERYTHING IN IT!
A blissful family, yet intrigued by the undiscovered things in space, mysteries that have been kept for thousands of years. They’re hooked to the constellation and its many unknowns, the lunar and stellar worlds are also the reason why they’re strung out.
🌑 [..] SPHERE | Will they find what
they've been looking for? Discover
theories that have never been revealed
by anyone or even scientists? Or was it
the other way around, they didn't get
anything? #SPĀCË_ENTHUSIAST ⨭
💫 [..] SOJOURN | Their movements will be
recorded from here, so keep an eye out so
you don't miss anything interesting about
the constellations and the sojourn.
RESONANCE THAT RUMBLES &’🌑
© PHASE ONE OF THE SOJOURN.
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“What did they do in that fateful night?”
THE MILĶY WÄY AND EVERYTHING IN IT!
A blissful family, yet intrigued by the undiscovered things in space, mysteries that have been kept for thousands of years. They’re hooked to the constellation and its many unknowns, the lunar and stellar worlds are also the reason why they’re strung out.
they've been looking for? Discover
theories that have never been revealed
by anyone or even scientists? Or was it
the other way around, they didn't get
anything? #SPĀCË_ENTHUSIAST ⨭
ORB.recorded from here, so keep an eye out so
you don't miss anything interesting about
the constellations and the sojourn.
RESONANCE THAT RUMBLES &’
© PHASE ONE OF THE SOJOURN.
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(An Astrophysicist.) The maestro who gave half of their lives to the enactment of celestial spaces, muddled up in overtones as unified.
⭐ The never—before—seen quantum spatial structure revealed itself to them that after hours, amongst a scattering of luminescent stars, they loomed in descriptions and crackling corpses. There are wormholes that are ostensible to connect the dimensional pathways between space and time inside the portal, and blackholes that play an important role there, as the main object of the opening door but also can’t be touched and become an important anchor for all systems outside space and around the portal.
⊕ @GeislerVoyager ✦ASTROPHILE (&’) They recognized to maneuver gravitational frequencies to open a gap from the necessary point to the wormholes and blackholes, to photograph and explore what was going on there. It took a long time, months of working with telescopes and other clobber to detect outer space, until they got a good signal from there. The portal opened, but there seemed to be something strange behind it, like a terrifying two-way door. “Another dimension is waiting for them to come, but is it possible?” They still have a considerable sojourn ahead: This is far from the conclusion, it's merely the commencement.
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(An Astrophysicist.) The maestro who gave half of their lives to the enactment of celestial spaces, muddled up in overtones as unified.
PHRASEOLOGY OF PRODIGY: Telescopes catch falling celestial spacecraft, which happens quite rarely, if ever, in the past month. They captured it in an abrupt, immortalizing it in a ceaseless concourse. There was also a peculiar cliché that made one of their parents frown, the distortion of luminous forming a rather sinister vortex, a vortex they called the conundrum—spot, in turmoil like a Bermuda triangle.“Wormholes aren't just interstellar grooves, they're adamantine matrixes. But the black hole..”🧭 It's on a whole other level, a black hole has the role of hiding the portal's command core, the singularity nexus that harbors the enigmas of the cosmos. The enigma that had been kept so tightly, even the astronauts and other NASA staff couldn’t unveil it. They wandered into a lie. So the Eurythmic family tracks the whereabouts of important things in the cosmos, scaring up how important the two necessary bourne in the portal are.
⊕ @GeislerVoyager ✦
Whisper of The Galaxy..
/*
🌌 AstroFamily Log: Milky Way Mission
🚀 Target: Wormhole to Sagittarius A* (Black Hole)
*/
const family = {
name: "Astrovia",
obsession: "galaxy",
core: "Milky Way"
};
const portal = {
entry: "wormhole",
coreGuard: "black hole",
secret: "universe’s singularity point"
};
console.log(`👨👩👧👦 ${astrophile} engaged!`);
console.log(`🌀 Entering ${portal.entry}...`);
console.log(`⚫ ${portal.coreGuard} detected — hiding ${portal.secret}`);
console.log(`📡 Obsession: ${family.obsession} | Destination: ${family.core}`);
console.log(`✨ Curiosity is the key to the stars.`);
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🧭 ⊳ ⫶ Thus, with every laceration transcribed into memory and every reverberation of silence dissipating into the abyss, they arrive not at cessation, but at a precipice.
Anonymous Poll
86%
Permanence devoid of remembrance is attrition. A murmur etched, a mythos inhaled by the stars.
14%
The terminal luminescence approaches. Are we suffused with readiness?
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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎─────• “Forgotten purpose..?” | • False.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ Obsession's price. ('Cosmic Parasite)—II.
ㅤㅤ│Temporal distortion delusion
ㅤㅤ│Dimensional boundaries shatter.
ㅤㅤ│A wormhole opens—
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The eradication of Earth signaled the commencement of an unprecedented calamity for those who endured. In the aftermath of this apocalyptic ruin, untethered primitive urges and obsessive fascinations surged forth an unrestrained lunacy born of despair and existential disarray. These deranged impulses coalesce into a singular, incomprehensible objective: wormhole, mysterious conduits perforating the cosmic continuum, venerated as potential vessels of euphoria, redemption, or at the very least, ephemeral solace. In pursuing this transcendental ideal, they inadvertently conjured specters of terror “birthing nightmares far more insidious than the original cataclysm that had reduced their world to ashes.”
The warnings, the aberrations, the portents of imminent doom—all ignored in pursuit of a higher scientific delirium. 🃏
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ They obsession fevered,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ relentless, and unholy had finally
︎︎ ︎︎ triumphed. [ I. ] 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃. . . ⋇
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎─────• “Forgotten purpose..?” | • False.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ Obsession's price. ('Cosmic Parasite)—II.
ㅤㅤ│Temporal distortion delusion
ㅤㅤ│Dimensional boundaries shatter.
ㅤㅤ│A wormhole opens—
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The eradication of Earth signaled the commencement of an unprecedented calamity for those who endured. In the aftermath of this apocalyptic ruin, untethered primitive urges and obsessive fascinations surged forth an unrestrained lunacy born of despair and existential disarray. These deranged impulses coalesce into a singular, incomprehensible objective: wormhole, mysterious conduits perforating the cosmic continuum, venerated as potential vessels of euphoria, redemption, or at the very least, ephemeral solace. In pursuing this transcendental ideal, they inadvertently conjured specters of terror “birthing nightmares far more insidious than the original cataclysm that had reduced their world to ashes.”
The warnings, the aberrations, the portents of imminent doom—all ignored in pursuit of a higher scientific delirium. 🃏
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ They obsession fevered,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ relentless, and unholy had finally
︎︎ ︎︎ triumphed. [ I. ] 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃. . . ⋇
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⏳✷ A refuge, a sanctuary, a more fortified haven where their progeny might once again inhale the air of freedom untainted by fear or suffocation.
Those cherished expressions that once bridged the silent gaps between hearts, such as: laughter, that sweet, unburdened sound, the fleeting but profound glances exchanged between parent and child: and the subtle, sacred act of a parent listening. Not with mere ears, but with the whole of their being. ✦
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDAVID as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈.
ㅤㅤ. . 🧭 ⋮ An incandescent torrent of radiance erupted from the nexus of their apparatus, inundating the chamber in a blinding effulgence that seemed to rupture the very fabric of time.
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⏳✷ A refuge, a sanctuary, a more fortified haven where their progeny might once again inhale the air of freedom untainted by fear or suffocation.
Those cherished expressions that once bridged the silent gaps between hearts, such as: laughter, that sweet, unburdened sound, the fleeting but profound glances exchanged between parent and child: and the subtle, sacred act of a parent listening. Not with mere ears, but with the whole of their being. ✦
Dreams that existed not in the realm of simple fantasy, but in the untouched corners of their inner worlds. They dreamed of companions, not born of mere whimsy or idle imagination, but manifestations of something far deeper creations forged from the psychological remnants of their investigations, their anxieties, their yearnings, and the silent sorrow of their own isolation.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDAVID as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐈.
ㅤㅤ. . 🧭 ⋮ An incandescent torrent of radiance erupted from the nexus of their apparatus, inundating the chamber in a blinding effulgence that seemed to rupture the very fabric of time.
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⏳✷ A refuge, a sanctuary, a more fortified haven where their progeny might once again inhale the air of freedom untainted by fear or suffocation.
Yet, as they sought this new haven, something far more insidious began to manifest in the void left by the basic, primal gestures of affection. Those cherished expressions that once bridged the silent gaps between hearts, such as: laughter, that sweet, unburdened sound, the fleeting but profound glances exchanged between parent and child: and the subtle, sacred act of a parent listening. Not with mere ears, but with the whole of their being. ✦
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHEMAIRE as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀.
ㅤㅤ. . 🧭 ⋮ An incandescent torrent of radiance erupted from the nexus of their apparatus, inundating the chamber in a blinding effulgence that seemed to rupture the very fabric of time.
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⏳✷ A refuge, a sanctuary, a more fortified haven where their progeny might once again inhale the air of freedom untainted by fear or suffocation.
Yet, as they sought this new haven, something far more insidious began to manifest in the void left by the basic, primal gestures of affection. Those cherished expressions that once bridged the silent gaps between hearts, such as: laughter, that sweet, unburdened sound, the fleeting but profound glances exchanged between parent and child: and the subtle, sacred act of a parent listening. Not with mere ears, but with the whole of their being. ✦
Dreams that existed not in the realm of simple fantasy, but in the untouched corners of their inner worlds. They dreamed of companions, not born of mere whimsy or idle imagination, but manifestations of something far deeper creations forged from the psychological remnants of their investigations, their anxieties, their yearnings, and the silent sorrow of their own isolation.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHEMAIRE as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀.
ㅤㅤ. . 🧭 ⋮ An incandescent torrent of radiance erupted from the nexus of their apparatus, inundating the chamber in a blinding effulgence that seemed to rupture the very fabric of time.
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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
Within that radiance, clasp those diminutive yet indomitable hands fragile in form, yet imbued with the ferocious fervor and grotesque fervency of the maniacally fixated. Their grip is as unwavering as the delusions that plague the minds of the deranged. ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎🪐 . . ／ “Empty Soulscape” Sanity.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Voidbound Guardian. '𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐒. [. II]
(The effulgence of an otherworldly luminance scorches the sight). Eclipsing vision with its merciless brilliance, while the opalescent aperture of a metaphysical portal unfurls in silence. An invitation to transgress the boundaries of reality. (. .) Above, the astral expanse churns constellations shedding their ancient silence to bestow raw, unmediated cognition. ⛯
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎──────── (⅋.) BIND THE PATH
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎“Nebular Watcher.” ──── 291, Call. ⚶
A compass bereft of direction and sanity—spins with frenetic abandon, indifferent to destination or destiny.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎📞🪙 . . Glean wisdom not from presence, but from absence: from that which is ostensibly meaningless, uncover truths buried in negation.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
Within that radiance, clasp those diminutive yet indomitable hands fragile in form, yet imbued with the ferocious fervor and grotesque fervency of the maniacally fixated. Their grip is as unwavering as the delusions that plague the minds of the deranged. ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Voidbound Guardian. '𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐒. [. II]
(The effulgence of an otherworldly luminance scorches the sight). Eclipsing vision with its merciless brilliance, while the opalescent aperture of a metaphysical portal unfurls in silence. An invitation to transgress the boundaries of reality. (. .) Above, the astral expanse churns constellations shedding their ancient silence to bestow raw, unmediated cognition. ⛯
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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎──────── (⅋.) BIND THE PATH
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎“Nebular Watcher.” ──── 291, Call. ⚶
A compass bereft of direction and sanity—spins with frenetic abandon, indifferent to destination or destiny.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎📞🪙 . . Glean wisdom not from presence, but from absence: from that which is ostensibly meaningless, uncover truths buried in negation.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
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