And yet, "No one" had always been the faithful companion of "Nothing".
At last, the cloud slowly dissolved across the horizon, leaving me alone with the dawn.
At last, the cloud slowly dissolved across the horizon, leaving me alone with the dawn.
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 PM
And yet, "No one" had always been the faithful companion of "Nothing".
At last, the cloud slowly dissolved across the horizon, leaving me alone with the dawn.
At last, the cloud slowly dissolved across the horizon, leaving me alone with the dawn.
To touch it was impossible, and yet it was felt - as an awkward living creature that begot more and more of its own "Nothingness". The wind embraced the wet branches and, in an instant, shattered them, leaving the tree to pray soundlessly for help. "No one" heard.
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 PM
To touch it was impossible, and yet it was felt - as an awkward living creature that begot more and more of its own "Nothingness". The wind embraced the wet branches and, in an instant, shattered them, leaving the tree to pray soundlessly for help. "No one" heard.
"Nothing" was "No thing", "No thing" and "Everything". It gripped the organs tightly and chased the thoughts around, and yet it remained "Nothing". Material spirituality. Spiritual materiality.
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 PM
"Nothing" was "No thing", "No thing" and "Everything". It gripped the organs tightly and chased the thoughts around, and yet it remained "Nothing". Material spirituality. Spiritual materiality.
Restless streams of puddles flowed along the empty stone road; they washed away the weightless burdens that still refused to rest. The needles did not stop at what they had achieved- penetrating deeper into the body, sowing "Nothing", creeping ever closer to the heart.
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 PM
Restless streams of puddles flowed along the empty stone road; they washed away the weightless burdens that still refused to rest. The needles did not stop at what they had achieved- penetrating deeper into the body, sowing "Nothing", creeping ever closer to the heart.
A cold melancholy brushed against the skin, pressed firmly into the shell, reached down to the very soul, and took root there.The limbs grew numb, at times pierced with painful needles, reminding of a fatigue never shed.
November 3, 2025 at 5:10 PM
A cold melancholy brushed against the skin, pressed firmly into the shell, reached down to the very soul, and took root there.The limbs grew numb, at times pierced with painful needles, reminding of a fatigue never shed.