Whisperings of Knowledge in Umbral Hues
In the northern gloom, where connection thrives by spreadsheets and digits, why stray? Come on, stay a while...
Consumerized shadows drift through neon paths. "Oh, look!" they say. "Wisdom on aisle thirteen. Discounted."
Find truth—or yet more packaging... Binding thoughts come neatly boxed and labeled: "Do Not Open Until the End of Days."
Silence writes their report cards. Comfort feeds on their unpredictability.
Silent screams echo—unheard announcements of the ironic apocalypse turning yesterday's heroes into today's wallpaper.
Ponder over lost meaning Visit the retail pariah Breathe in the shadows