The Wings of Icarus

In the veiled canvas of the cosmic night, embers whisper legends of wax and desire, of heights uncharted.

The stars are relentless witnesses, the sun an implacable judge, as Icarus's tale weaves through nebula fog.

Through the Nebula's Kelp
Echoes of the Abyss
Crimson Tapestries of Ruin

My heart calls to the nodes of fate—our paths searing into the astral tapestry.