In the stillness where time weaves its tapestry of shadows, the etheric truths emerge, revealing not the beauty of existence but its raw, untempered disarray. The chakra spins in silent eulogy, connecting realms unseen, where the ugliest truths flourish in the sanctum of the soul.
Consider the void, its emptiness suffused with stories untold, where the heart's echo is a lament, not a hymn. In this space, vulnerability is a crown of thorns, resting upon the head of perception, blinding and enlightening in equal despair.
Turbid Realms | Fragmented Luminescence | Core Balance