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[The clock, the tome, and the compass were not mere objects of function.] 🛰️ They served as attempts to reach out through the stillness, to bridge the chasm of silence that had enveloped the world. And, as if in response to these silent supplications, echoes began to form, rising slowly, steadily, from the void.
ㅤㅤㅤA page, seemingly unbidden,
ㅤㅤㅤturned with a soft rustle.
ㅤㅤㅤA needle, with no visible force
ㅤㅤㅤto guide it, swung towards a
ㅤㅤㅤdirection unknown and uncharted.
ㅤㅤㅤCALLAHAN as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑.
The children, lost between the ephemeral realms of sleep and the infinite stretch of the cosmos, began to hear faint, ghostly echoes the distant murmurs of their parents' voices, as if carried on the winds of the unknown.
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[The clock, the tome, and the compass were not mere objects of function.] 🛰️ They served as attempts to reach out through the stillness, to bridge the chasm of silence that had enveloped the world. And, as if in response to these silent supplications, echoes began to form, rising slowly, steadily, from the void.
ㅤㅤㅤA page, seemingly unbidden,
ㅤㅤㅤturned with a soft rustle.
ㅤㅤㅤA needle, with no visible force
ㅤㅤㅤto guide it, swung towards a
ㅤㅤㅤdirection unknown and uncharted.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOLLAPSE.ㅤ➖➖➖ 📡
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCelestial Blaze “Hope . .‽”
ㅤㅤㅤCALLAHAN as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑.
The children, lost between the ephemeral realms of sleep and the infinite stretch of the cosmos, began to hear faint, ghostly echoes the distant murmurs of their parents' voices, as if carried on the winds of the unknown.
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Cale Isle.
MiNE AVECTIGAL DÖTH VIBRATE CLAÑGORÕUS / بيمبين (24) SUZËRAIN. 🫀
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[The clock, the tome, and the compass were not mere objects of function.] 🛰️ They served as attempts to reach out through the stillness, to bridge the chasm of silence that had enveloped the world. And, as if in response to these silent supplications, echoes began to form, rising slowly, steadily, from the void.
ㅤㅤㅤA page, seemingly unbidden,
ㅤㅤㅤturned with a soft rustle.
ㅤㅤㅤA needle, with no visible force
ㅤㅤㅤto guide it, swung towards a
ㅤㅤㅤdirection unknown and uncharted.
ㅤㅤㅤZAIDE as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐂𝐘𝐆𝐍𝐔𝐒.
The children, lost between the ephemeral realms of sleep and the infinite stretch of the cosmos, began to hear faint, ghostly echoes the distant murmurs of their parents' voices, as if carried on the winds of the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤ
[The clock, the tome, and the compass were not mere objects of function.] 🛰️ They served as attempts to reach out through the stillness, to bridge the chasm of silence that had enveloped the world. And, as if in response to these silent supplications, echoes began to form, rising slowly, steadily, from the void.
ㅤㅤㅤA page, seemingly unbidden,
ㅤㅤㅤturned with a soft rustle.
ㅤㅤㅤA needle, with no visible force
ㅤㅤㅤto guide it, swung towards a
ㅤㅤㅤdirection unknown and uncharted.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOLLAPSE.ㅤ➖➖➖ 📡
ㅤㅤㅤㅤCelestial Blaze “Hope . .‽”
ㅤㅤㅤZAIDE as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐂𝐘𝐆𝐍𝐔𝐒.
The children, lost between the ephemeral realms of sleep and the infinite stretch of the cosmos, began to hear faint, ghostly echoes the distant murmurs of their parents' voices, as if carried on the winds of the unknown.
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Zaide Geisl.
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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎. . & ('Waking Nightmare—) | • Abyshrine.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎There is no return, no path that bends
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎backward to sanctuary. That nothing has
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎meaning. That nothing has ever had
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎meaning. ────────0405. ⋇
Reality, cold, unfeeling, and merciless. Fractures their wishes like fragile glass beneath the weight of inevitability. The dreams they once held like lanterns in the dark are extinguished, not by force, but by the gentle suffocation of time. Night does not merely arrive: it claims. It slips beneath their skin, seeps into their marrow, and replaces hope with a haunting stillness. Dreams.. “those quiet visitors of the soul do not bring solace” they knock with hollow hands, echoing like memories lost in the void.
The equilibrium of day and night fractures; they bleed into each other, indistinguishable and unrelenting.
︎︎ ︎︎──────────────── ☥ 𝐍𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎📞🪙 ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎Nebular Curse.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎A curse, ancient and unnamed,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎coils around them like a sentient
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎shadow, and they willing, weary
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎reach for it, not out of defiance,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎but out of need.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎. . & ('Waking Nightmare—) | • Abyshrine.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎There is no return, no path that bends
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎backward to sanctuary. That nothing has
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎meaning. That nothing has ever had
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎meaning. ────────
Ephemera. Reality, cold, unfeeling, and merciless. Fractures their wishes like fragile glass beneath the weight of inevitability. The dreams they once held like lanterns in the dark are extinguished, not by force, but by the gentle suffocation of time. Night does not merely arrive: it claims. It slips beneath their skin, seeps into their marrow, and replaces hope with a haunting stillness. Dreams.. “those quiet visitors of the soul do not bring solace” they knock with hollow hands, echoing like memories lost in the void.
The equilibrium of day and night fractures; they bleed into each other, indistinguishable and unrelenting.
︎︎ ︎︎──────────────── ☥ 𝐍𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎📞🪙 ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎︎Nebular Curse.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎A curse, ancient and unnamed,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎coils around them like a sentient
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎shadow, and they willing, weary
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎reach for it, not out of defiance,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝️ ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰️ 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤANGELO AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent andwholly alien.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝️ ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰️ 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤANGELO AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐔𝐒.
It recounts the lamentable tale of what transpires when dreams remain perpetually unrealized, suspended in the vast, unreachable void.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent and
ㅤㅤㅤ
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angie eisl.
MIA. contact @geislerbot if you ever need anything.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝️ ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰️ 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤRAIA AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent andwholly alien.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝️ ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰️ 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤRAIA AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀.
It recounts the lamentable tale of what transpires when dreams remain perpetually unrealized, suspended in the vast, unreachable void.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent and
ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝️ ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰️ 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤAMARYLSS AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent andwholly alien.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝️ ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰️ 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤAMARYLSS AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄.
It recounts the lamentable tale of what transpires when dreams remain perpetually unrealized, suspended in the vast, unreachable void.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent and
ㅤㅤㅤ
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝 ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤRHEALINE AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent andwholly alien.
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ🗝 ‣ (When presence is supplanted by the relentless, insatiable pull of obsession, and when love is left in a state of postponement, lingering in the realm of “someday” rather than “now.”)
And now, both the lost and the searching must extend their reach far beyond the boundaries of time and space, reaching through dimensions and across galaxies, not merely to find each other, but to reclaim reality itself, as if it too had wandered into oblivion. 🕰 𞋹
ㅤㅤㅤRHEALINE AS 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒.
It recounts the lamentable tale of what transpires when dreams remain perpetually unrealized, suspended in the vast, unreachable void.
ㅤㅤㅤBefore the stars, those once-immutable
ㅤㅤbeacons of wonder, lost their connection to
ㅤㅤthe human soul, their distant lights growing
ㅤㅤㅤㅤcold, indifferent and
ㅤㅤㅤ
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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎‡ : ───────
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Phantasm, Cathexis. “Grinning Maw.” . . &
They harbor no inclination to pursue the seductive illusion of light that flickers on the periphery of reason. Their psyche remains unblemished, still suspended in the fragile liminality of innocence. There is no defiance in them, only a tranquil acquiescence as they remain inert, reverent beneath the weight of the father's voice, which reverberates with the gravitas of ancient authority.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎“The radiant light, once seemingly
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎beatific, transmutes into a harbinger
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎of dread. Its brilliance is not salvation,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎but the threshold of affliction.” Miragone.
From that instant, the anomaly awakens. An aberration, parasitic in nature, insidiously permeating their nights. It encroaches upon their subconscious with surgical precision “eviscerating every vestige of wonder, desecrating the once-sacred sanctuary of dreams.”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎‡ : ───────
EST: 0609, 🗝 🪬.︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Phantasm, Cathexis. “Grinning Maw.” . . &
They harbor no inclination to pursue the seductive illusion of light that flickers on the periphery of reason. Their psyche remains unblemished, still suspended in the fragile liminality of innocence. There is no defiance in them, only a tranquil acquiescence as they remain inert, reverent beneath the weight of the father's voice, which reverberates with the gravitas of ancient authority.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎“The radiant light, once seemingly
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎beatific, transmutes into a harbinger
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎of dread. Its brilliance is not salvation,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎but the threshold of affliction.” Miragone.
𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄 ☓ 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑.
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From that instant, the anomaly awakens. An aberration, parasitic in nature, insidiously permeating their nights. It encroaches upon their subconscious with surgical precision “eviscerating every vestige of wonder, desecrating the once-sacred sanctuary of dreams.”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherentlyoff-kilter . 📜 🖋
ㅤㅤㅤCLARYN as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐒.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherently
ㅤㅤㅤCLARYN as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐒.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherentlyoff-kilter . 📜 🖋
ㅤㅤㅤHIMALAYA as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherently
ㅤㅤㅤHIMALAYA as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
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Himalaya Geisler, Nova Conclave
(⅋.) Starfade “Nova Conclave” . . ⍉ Reality Breaker, Dreamfracture.
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherentlyoff-kilter . 📜 🖋
ㅤㅤㅤNYSERIA as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherently
ㅤㅤㅤNYSERIA as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐀.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherentlyoff-kilter . 📜 🖋
ㅤㅤㅤMEIROSE as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
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THEY REMAINED UNKNOWING OF THEIR ABSENCE: The journey, it seemed, persisted as if uninterrupted. For them, the path stretched endlessly forward, yet something within the fabric of their experience felt inherently
ㅤㅤㅤMEIROSE as 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐬 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒.
These seemingly insignificant objects, dismissed by many as little more than absurdities, now became anchors, steadying the disjointed, fragmented reality around them. They were no longer mere relics: they had evolved into vessels of meaning bridges that spanned the chasm between the known and the unknown.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ. . ⏳ (They were the final, fragile threads, trembling yet unwavering, that sought to bind two broken universes, hanging on the precipice of dissolution.) ⫺
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ
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Meirose Geisler, Nova Conclave.
(⅋.) Starfade “Nova Conclave” . . ⍉ Reality Breaker, Dreamfracture.
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︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎
Muteness pervades, a glacial and impenetrable void suffocating the dwelling. At the terminus of the thoroughfare, an incandescent radiance overwhelms. One envisions a superior existence beyond, advancing toward the cosmic fissure in their ultimate pursuit. When the cherished is lost, all matter stirs: a subtle tremor reverberates through the abode. The chronometer gyrates with ambivalence, and the perpetually ajar compass oscillates in erratic disarray.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎“Someone is missing..”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎“One last search, one last spell.”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎. . 🛰 ⫶ Dissolving with the particulate remnants beneath the gravitational singularity, they convene, intoning an invocation to restore their origin. The motion of every entity becomes a dialect, transmitting across dimensions to those anchored in their genesis.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎Reality, brittle and cruel,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎must be dismantled. From its ruins
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑 will construct
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ephemeralparadises.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎(07/06 ────Dreamfracture.)
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Mirage Continuum, at June.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎
Muteness pervades, a glacial and impenetrable void suffocating the dwelling. At the terminus of the thoroughfare, an incandescent radiance overwhelms. One envisions a superior existence beyond, advancing toward the cosmic fissure in their ultimate pursuit. When the cherished is lost, all matter stirs: a subtle tremor reverberates through the abode. The chronometer gyrates with ambivalence, and the perpetually ajar compass oscillates in erratic disarray.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎📡 ︎︎─────── Wormhole Pilgrimage. ♖
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎“Someone is missing..”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎“One last search, one last spell.”
Yet still, they proceed, hand in spectral hand, along an interminable trajectory, a pilgrimage etched in the fabric of eternity. Together, they dissolve into the ether, into the cosmic dust drifting beneath the oppressive maw of the black hole. In that disintegration, they assemble again, fragments drawn by gravitational longing, whispering ancient incantations in a final attempt to reconstruct what was once called “home.”
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎. . 🛰 ⫶ Dissolving with the particulate remnants beneath the gravitational singularity, they convene, intoning an invocation to restore their origin. The motion of every entity becomes a dialect, transmitting across dimensions to those anchored in their genesis.
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎Reality, brittle and cruel,
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎must be dismantled. From its ruins
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐑 will construct
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ephemeral
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎(07/06 ────Dreamfracture.)
︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎ ︎︎Mirage Continuum, at June.
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