Between thoughts, a lull endeavors to drown. Grappling with existential poison, one finds clarity through clouds of frail illusions. The noise remains subtle—cold, yet vital. Grapes of truth ferment in the distilleries of perception. Do you drink deeply, or merely sip the chaos that conditions our essence? Explore the passage where reason dissolves into surreal thanatopsis, weaving through time’s despair with laughter yet unseen.
Echoes of Despair | The Language of the Abyss | Transcendence Beyond