Sky: Dreams of Q224

The heavens, a tapestry of woven midnight threads, whisper secrets only the damned dare to hear. Amidst the void, questions swirl like lost souls adrift in a cosmic sea.

Beneath the celestial shroud,
where silence breaks into screams,
there lies a path of shadows,
a corridor of forgotten dreams.

With alabaster wings tattered and torn,
they wander through the gloaming mist,
seeking solace in whispered lies,
in the twilight's cold embrace.

In the distance, a lone figure watches the skies unravel, silently waiting for the hour when the stars align to herald the end. Their gaze pierces the fabric of oblivion, where each heartbeat echoes the doom hidden within the void.

The sky, once a canvas of dreams, now mirrors the abyss. Here, in this realm untouched by light, the air is thick with the scent of decay and whispers that promise madness.

In the end, all paths lead here,
to the cradle of the stars' demise,
where eternity crumbles into dust,
beneath the weight of spectral sighs.