"Sky, you say? More like a canvas for our unheard dreams."
— the unseen artist murmurs.
Welcome to the vast expanse of Nothingness. Breathe in the empty clichés.
We thought you had secrets, but really, it was just mirrors reflecting mirrors.
Did you hear that? Silence just whispered sweet nothings in a language devoid of context.
"The void is on sale this season," claimed the marketer with an ironic smile.
Step right up for exclusive access to the sky's untouched horizons. Limited time only, restrictions apply.
Beware of telepathic pigeons promising enlightenment—best leave them unread.
To find depth, one must first skim the emptiness. Satisfaction guaranteed, or else.
Crimson Sea of Unwavering Balance