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like a squall carrying sand, that carves deep furrows in the cheeks of your face

I traverse, this valley

digging ominous trajectories into the ether, carving trail of perdition, at last

I wander, and reap

calculated vektor of death

shards of existence, their echoes swallowed by the void

architect of silence, harbinger of forgotten dreams

weep beneath my tread.

the stars dim, their fire consumed by the greedy maw of my cursed passage

in my wake, remains absence

time unravels, threads frayed and bleeding, tapestry of all torn asunder

I wander, and reap...

DEATH