ㅤㅤ🎛️ (atria tremble.) fraught with silver dusk, weaving phosphenes into the marrow of thought. breath halts suspended while the tongue of dusk unfurls, licking the spine of the cosmos. lids falter &. prisms fracture, casting aureate filaments across the pallid chamber of mind. the pulse wavers, threading between absence and fervor, trailing ciphers in the dust of oblivion. bone hums low; the vessel bends, straining beneath the velvet hush of entropy’s crown. essence uncoils, drawn by the ochre brand of dissolution, tracing spiral sigils where flesh forgets its name. 🝮

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you won’t escape the shiver of dusk coiling through the glint that betrays your gaze — a molten hush sewn beneath the flare of something almost divine.

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