It Suffocates; How Time Slips Away
Effortlessly, While We Remain Unaware
That Perhaps, at This Moment, We
Are Merely Pretending to Be Fine. MXII
✶ From every shadow that has ever crossed our path, they unveil the essence of it—darkness between the light. We are carried by an enchanting atmosphere, until every poem once carved in pain becomes nothing but the silence of a bleeding wound.
81 ►The Void in the midnight feels like
ashes decaying | .. though ashes never
truly decay, they drift with the tranquil
wind, leaving behind only the remnants
of what once existed ───── VOL ; III.
Amidst the drowning cries, @magnaf walks beside, for here is where they belong, where whispers of remorse turn into strength and the lament of ruin that finally meets the end of mourning itself.
[..] ─── & For those whose senses have withered, @monnograph emerges as a gallery of delirium, a haven where madness finds shelter. Torn and bare, this username now bears the mark UFS. For every hollow without purpose, all will return to t.me/kongjwro, the sole keeper of a tainted nightmare. ★
