Nebulae of Old Things

The nebulae vanish amongst forgotten things. Each slider breathes secrets deeper than damnation – the songs remain unsaid.

Who knew? Linen drawers hum bitter oaths; petals outline the creature comforts of treachery. Your vessels below release melic despair when you dare allow them canvas.

Await the rub of distant eternity: Star Pulsations eastwards among spectral kinks.