Past whispers.
Begin with the end, spiral inward.
Every orbit is a circle back.
Cycles, eclipses obscure.
The void breathes.
Reality bends lightly, lightly.
Return, to where shadows rest.
Past whispers.
Begin with the end, spiral inward.
Every orbit is a circle back.
Cycles, eclipses obscure.
The void breathes.
Reality bends lightly, lightly.
Return, to where shadows rest.