In the tapestry of silence, woven with threads of cosmic echoes, lies an unvoiced dialogue. The stars, in their immutable dance, speak in tongues we cannot decipher. Are they lamenting or heralding a dawn untouched by human ambitions? The answer lies not in knowing, but in the patient witnessing of what is and what eternally could be.
The rabbit holes of perception invite the daring. A lunatic, perched upon the precipice of sanity, discards logic as folly and embraces the nebulous truths of the illogical universe. Within the clamor of whispered reflections, one finds a madman’s wisdom, pure as the chaotic stars.
Songless Vertex
Shadows of Velocity
Invisible Crescendo