5 months ago A colossal mirror floats above a misty ocean, anchored by thoughts. A pilgrim made of moss, wires, and forgotten smells stands before it. The reflection is not them — it's their unborn self from a universe that didn't happen. Around them, translucent fetal forms whisper secrets in extinct languages. The waves crash in Morse code. 56c0a3f0523 2 56
5 months ago Towering trees made of broken alphabets. Vines whisper extinct syntax. Creatures with lips but no voices crawl between phonemes. The air smells like chalk and regret. In the center: a giant mouth that hasn’t spoken in 10,000 years. 56c0a3f0523 1 61
9 months ago You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan HawkStar 0 62