I reached to it and it reached back.
Then the void exhaled.
Muted colors blended fine.
Crescent moons and distressed edges.
Blurred focus.
Wisps, tendrils, and text vines.
A skyway of oddities merged with everyday things.
An amalgamation of the ever present now.
A purity of moment,
covered in ghost thorns and angel wings.
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