DAY 0
all is undone
Echoes of a fading pulse
- Time collapses, a taut string snapping into nothingness.
- The sky fractures, empty and relentless, a void that no longer beckons.
- Sound dissolves into a silence that presses harder than noise ever could.
- Shapes dissolve, as if the very act of looking shatters their form.
- Each breath is a hollow attempt to fill what has already evaporated.
- The air thickens, no longer breath, just the weight of things unsaid.