Entry: Flare of the Abyss
Date: Maybe outside the flow of time...
The spectral light, unseen to the worldly gaze, flickers within this holler-trapped sanctity. A resonance captured in these hollow bones; wind howls like memories disguised as theorem. Behold in silence: the invisible diagrams of fate unravel upon the dusken canvas. Nova spirits ember at the margin, etching lines in geometry elusive to reason - graphs of everything and nothing.
An eye watches not from the skylight but through the woven darkness - where thoughts collect as shadows, and time’s illusion dissipates into fragmented existence.
Listen closely: the spectral whispers suggest destinations beyond the mirrors - corridors of ink-lit echoes, tracing arcane sigils with the touch of dreams and shadows. Reality remixes itself in unheard frequencies, near and far converge where flesh grows ghostly.