As the gnarled lips of the cosmos part, revealing the velvet tapestry of stars, we witness the most grotesque of ballets. A macabre parade of astral debris, each fragment a mocking mirror of our hidden truths. Clothed in the ineffable darkness, the asteroids twizzle—a dance of exiled memories and whispered lies. Their twisted pirouettes unveil the beauty of decay, an elegy etched in cosmic dust.
We are drawn to their celestial waltz, spellbound by the sinister grace with which they challenge the tranquil void. Beneath their crystalline facades, we glimpse our own frailty—a truth too delicate, too hideous to embrace. And yet, in the embrace of their orbit, we find solace in the ugly symmetries of the universe—a truth not intended for mortal comprehension.
Sink Deeper Hallucinate Further Contemplate Otherwise