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Through the silent chasm,

where time dissolves to dust,

A chalice forged in aeons past,

 filled with the ichor of the stars.

Whispering shadows coil within,

 their tongues like shattered glass,

A cosmic draught of nothingness,

the gift of endless dark.

Drink deep—let the void take hold,

Abyssal fire burning cold.

Through shattered spheres and spirals torn,

A god unmade,

a wraith reborn.

Nebulae scream in tongues unknown,

as galaxies collapse,

The elixir drips from fractured veins,

 a poison laced with wrath.

In sacrifice, a door swings wide—beyond the mortal veil.