An archive of no answers, no consolation.
Speak, even if silence would be wiser.
Trust in what is destined to fall.
Adore what will perish.
And let every illusion burn beautifully.
For there is no salvation
only the grace of those who keep moving through the void.
Speak, even if silence would be wiser.
Trust in what is destined to fall.
Adore what will perish.
And let every illusion burn beautifully.
For there is no salvation
only the grace of those who keep moving through the void.