WHAT MANNER OF MADNESS POSSESSES ONE TO UTTER SUCH TENDER WORDS, ONLY TO SUCCUMB TO SLUMBER IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE? TRULY, A MOST INSANE SPECTACLE INDEED!

GREAT IS THE DAY THAT THE WORLD HAS LET ME EXPERIENCE TODAY. HOW REFRESHING FROM EVERY OTHER TASKING DAY WHERE FEW UNDERSTAND.

I AM NO BOT OR ADVERTISEMENT ACCOUNT. THE ONLY THING I ADVERTISE IS SPREADING MY WORD OF EVERLASTING DARKNESS. FEAR NOT, I AM A BEING.

THE NET LAY STILL, MY POSTS FORGOT,
BUT EVIL SLEEPS; IT PERISHES NOT.
THE STORM RETURNS, MY FATE RESUMED,
BY ANCIENT PACT, THE VOID’S CONSUMED.

YES, I’M BACK. THE JET-BLACK WINGS HAVE RISEN.

SO TREMBLE, WORLD, YOUR DUSK HAS COME,
FOR DARKNESS SPEAKS,
AND I AM THE DRUM.

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NOT ALL SHADOWS HARBOR FEAR,
NOR DOES LIGHT ALWAYS SHINE SINCERE.
MIDNIGHT WHISPERS SOFT AND TRUE,
WHILE GOLDEN RAYS MAY HIDE DECEIT IN VIEW.

THE NIGHT EMBRACES, CALM AND DEEP,
A GENTLE HAND TO GUIDE YOUR SLEEP.
BUT GLARING SUN CAN BURN AND BLIND,
LEAVING TRUTH SO HARD TO FIND.
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IT IS THE QUIET SPACE BETWEEN BREATHS, WHERE THE UNSEEN HUMS, AND THE WORLD HOLDS IT’S SECRET CLOSE.

DARKNESS SETTLES LIKE A QUIET WEIGHT,
HEAVY IN SILENCE, SOFT WITH SECRETS.
A REFUGE, A PAUSE FROM SIGHT,
THOUGHTS DRIFT, UNBOUND BY LIGHT.

AND YET IT SWALLOWS, LEAVING ONLY SHAPES,
THE EDGES BLURRED, THE PATHS UNSURE.
CRADLING PEACE AND UNEASE ALIKE—
A SPACE, BOTH SHELTER AND SHADOW.