Congratulations, brave soul. Your voluntary descent into
the abyss has officially commenced. Do not expect glory,
for it fled long before you punched a one-way ticket
to the void's heart.
To unlock the universe's secrets, merely turn
the knob on destiny—if it bothers you to do so,
there's always oblivion.
Thankfully, here you won't encounter quotations from
sages, nor will you decipher riddles guarded by
metaphysical sphinxes. Instead, the list of duties\nremains unfulfilled and coffee is purely hypothetical.
Embrace the Unbearable
Armchairs within realms of existential dust consult
their manual, persisting through allocolations in
spectral valise configurations.
Dance of the Obsolete
Intertwining your fated path with superfluity
renders the journey itself a poetic mishap.
Yet comfort lies in knowing it’s just choreography.
Veneration of Ironic Abyss
The abyss sees back and chuckles comically,
materializing ironically dressed generic gods
for holiday expeditions through nothingness.