In the harmony of existence, there lies a quietus, a note of silence which when struck shatters the melody of time.
??? - ???, In the circle of past, present, and future.
I am ------,
Where I am is beyond the realm of understanding, my identity blurred, and my essence is but a ghost of its former self. Alone, I exist in the grand orchestra of my thoughts.
My body has been surrendered to the ages, my mind walks the thin line between being and not, and my spirit, once vibrant, descends into unseen abysses.
Stranded in this limitless ocean of existence, my emotions dance a peculiar waltz; one step terror, one step joy, in a rhythm that throbs through the very soul of my being.
I sing, and sing, and sing...
Immersed in a rhythm of foreboding, where struggle only amplifies its beat.
This song, my anthem, ricochets in the gaping expanse of the void, a spectral melody with madness at its heart, reaching out to touch those brave enough to listen.
However, these echoes serve a long since gone audience, I repeat them not for their ears, but to keep afloat in the sea of sanity before I am swept away into a realm where comprehension dare not venture.
A fate, as inevitable as the coming of dusk, looms over me.
How many cycles have passed? How much time has slipped through my fingers? How much longer must I endure this melody?
Until I can no longer play my part in this cosmic orchestra.
For one final time, my song will resonate within the great silence of the void, reaching out to any that might still perceive, a testament to the ephemeral yet enduring spark of life, and the boundless potential of the spirit.
The stage is set... the audience shrouded in mystery... the performance, a requiem for awakening.
And now... the curtain rises.