In the old world, light and color ruled. Now, delicate outlines of silhouettes represent us as imperfect, forever shifting and evolving.
Welcome to the void — an abyss where silent screams pierce the ear. Empty,
Vacant,
Desolate.
Earth is a memory: Slowly Fading Fading Slowly (GONE).
The sun vanished, the stars disappeared. Expelled, Perished, Expired.
Now, beauty is determined by our shadows: Darkness marries Darkness.
The sky is purple filled with endless space. The ground is empty looking for conflict. Here, Dissonance brings Peace.
In a world evacuated of meaning, The Vacuum is delightful: Space Fills the 218
spark
Soul.