White vacuum stares back A snow-blind battlefield where words go to die. Memory whispers: “You used to create here.” But inspiration lies frozen, bu...Read more

Blood-steel bites deep, parts flesh from bone My blade works methodically, precise Through sinew, membrane, core unknown Each piece falls, measured,...Read more

I chase starlight, Dreaming of brilliance in void. Yet what feeds their fire But cosmic destruction? Everyone fears the dark— That velvet truth, Tha...Read more

They watch with serpentine smirks, Huddled in their perfect circles, While you orbit the edges, A cosmic mistake. "Here comes the ghost," they whisp...Read more