Imagine standing at the edge: beneath you a horizon awash with blazing possibilities. A spurning universe, your puppet moon disguised as nothing—it trembles with exclamation, asks and fears! This bold uncertainty resonates within forgotten ambitions to rekindle, resurrect, the child's dream of gliding borders.
Energies, untamed! They careen past, singing, shouting! What joy bleakness brings to bear its sparkling afterglow. They pull, the gravity wells! Pouring emotional bblood through cosmic artery-chains! Untouched, unspeakable delight to pace another door, another room.
A leap into the wide unknown is not despair, it is euphoria by consensus. Yesterday's platforms crack yet yield to undiscovered runes—doorsteps of anew velocity! Chase the shadows of what-was as hallucinations: run wild!
Your symphony thrives in chaos' wake, always braiding! Enthralled in the eye—and ever searching, ever violent.