Venus breathes beneath ashen skies,
Patterns etched in shadows, ancient lines.
Questions rise, twisting through the void,
Whispers of existence, fate alloyed.

In the night, thoughts converge,
Venus sings, ideas merge.
Cosmic threads, wisdom aligned,
In darkness, truths defined.

Silent shores, knowledge untold,
Galaxies turn, secrets unfold.
Rhythms clash, minds entwined,
In chaos, order's design.

In the night, thoughts converge,
Venus sings, ideas merge.
Cosmic threads, wisdom aligned,
In darkness, truths defined.

Numbers hum in the void,
Philosophies of stars deployed.
Chaos breathes, forms discerned,
Venus' glow, insights learned.

Ashen skies, Venus guides,
Through the dark, shadows stride.
Embrace of night, peace in strife,
A love that transcends life.

Cosima, daughter of the moon,
Born from stardust and ancient runes.
She walks the night with silent grace,
A phantom in the celestial space.

In shadows, her legend lives on,
A figure of myth where dreams are drawn.
The night holds her tales untold,
Cosima, a story in the stars unfolds.

Through midnight skies, she charts her course,
Guided by a cosmic force.
Her presence felt in the silent void,
An eternal wanderer, fate’s envoy.

In shadows, her legend lives on,
A figure of myth where dreams are drawn.
The night holds her tales untold,
Cosima, a story in the stars unfolds.

As dawn arrives, she fades from sight,
Her essence woven in the morning light.
Cosima, eternal and free,
A myth in the fabric of eternity.

Cosima

Ariadne

Summer's Song

Underneath the fading sky,
Shadows drift as time goes by.
Echoes of a world once known,
Seeds of change are gently sown.

Surrounded by the waves,
As we watch it all fall away.
This cosmic phase of birth and decay,
Thoughts of serenity betrayed.

Whispers in the howling wind,
Stories of where we've been.
Lost in tides that won't relent,
Searching for what existence meant.

Surrounded by the waves,
As we watch it all fall away.
This cosmic phase of birth and decay,
Thoughts of serenity betrayed.

In the darkness, sparks ignite,
Guiding stars reclaim the night.
From the ashes, hope renews,
Painting skies with brighter hues.

Surrounded by the waves,
As we watch it all fall away.
This cosmic phase of birth and decay,
Thoughts of serenity betrayed.

Embracing all that comes our way,
We find the strength to face the day.
Through the cycles, we remain,
Echoes in an endless chain.

Surrounded By The Waves

Woke up this morning
Sunlight adorning
Stepped beyond my door
Into the day's allure

Faces all around me
Strangers moving freely
Lost within the crowd
Without a thought aloud

I'm adrift in the masses
Don't need directions or passes
Floating like a breeze
Feet light, at ease

City hums its tune
Neon lights in bloom
Feel the world rotate
In colors that resonate

Crossed paths with you
Eyes met in the milieu
In this bustling place
We found a moment's grace

I'm adrift in the masses
Don't need directions or passes
Floating like a breeze
Feet light, at ease

Lost In The Crowd

Colors spill and flow
Across the twilight glow
Standing under shades
Where daylight gently fades

Brushstrokes in the night
Stars ignite their light
Patterns intertwine
Stories in design

Lost within the hues
Canvas overhead imbues
Whispers from afar
Echoes in each star

Winds compose a tune
Phases of the moon
Galaxies in flight
Endless in their sight

Reaching through the veil
Where mysteries prevail
Nebulas collide
Secrets stretched and wide

Lost within the hues
Canvas overhead imbues
Whispers from afar
Echoes in each star

Threads of space and time
Woven lines sublime
Drifting through the tides
Where the infinite resides

Lost within the hues
Canvas overhead imbues
Whispers from afar
Echoes in each star

Dawn begins to rise
Colors leave the skies
Imprints on my eyes
Fade but never die

Canvas Of The Skies

Beneath the moon
Where shadows dance
(ooh)
A fortress stands
Lost in trance. (yeah)
Secrets hide
In dark romance
Beyond the dawn
A second chance

In the void
Echoes roam
(uh-huh)
A distant dream
Far from home. (home)
Stars align
We journey on
Steps retrace
Till night is gone

Ultimaré
I'm lost in time
(lost in time)
A fading path
A silent sign. (silent sign)
Shadows fall
In dark design
(dark design)
Ultimaré
Your fate is mine. (fate is mine)

Light fades
Into the night
(ooh yeah)
Moments gone
Out of sight. (out of sight)
In the wind
We take flight
Hold me close
To the light

Crimson glow
In twilight's keep
In your arms
Secrets sleep. (ooh)
Timeless dance
Shadows sweep
Memories
They start to seep

Ultimaré
I'm lost in time
(lost in time)
A fading path
A silent sign. (silent sign)
Shadows fall
In dark design
(dark design)
Ultimaré
Your fate is mine. (fate is mine)

Ultimaré

Signals from afar
Traverse the silent stars
Fragments of a code
Through realms we've yet to know

Through the ether glide
Currents override
Shadows of a thought
In webs of time caught

Whispers in the wind
Echoes we transcend
Messages untold
In frequencies unfold

Under neon skies
Reflections digitize
Visions intertwine
On the borderline

Patterns oscillate
Boundaries vacillate
Sparks ignite the stream
Within a lucid dream

Whispers in the wind
Echoes we transcend
Messages untold
In frequencies unfold

Data flows converge
Realms begin to merge
Signals synchronize
Before our waking eyes

Whispers in the wind
Echoes we transcend
Messages untold
In frequencies unfold

Whispers In The Wind

Water runs down broken streets,
Boots heavy, can't find my feet.
Sky opens, a bitter laugh,
I’m here, caught in its aftermath.

Clouds hang like things unsaid,
The weight of words that filled my head.
I spin, hoping to blur it all—
But shadows cling when I start to fall.

Let it pour, let it sting, let it drown me (I'm still here)
Dance with the hurt, let it spin me around (take the pain)
Let it flood, let it break, let it pull me (hold my ground)
Living in the rain, it won’t wash me out (I won't fade)

Cold hands and the truth it burns,
Every drop a page that turns.
I keep moving, chasing breath,
Through the storm and every regret.

Eyes shut, can't face the glare,
Wind whispers things I can’t repair.
But I touch the rain to feel alive,
Hold its weight to survive the night.

Let it pour, let it sting, let it drown me (I'm still here)
Dance with the hurt, let it spin me around (take the pain)
Let it flood, let it break, let it pull me (hold my ground)
Living in the rain, it won’t wash me out (I won't fade)

When the sky cracks wide, I see it all (no more lies)
Breathe in the dark, let it settle deep (in my bones)
Rise through the ache, through every drop,
Find the strength I thought I’d lost.

Let it pour, let it sting, let it drown me (I'm still here)
Dance with the hurt, let it spin me around (take the pain)
Let it flood, let it break, let it pull me (hold my ground)
Living in the rain, it won’t wash me out (I won't fade)

Let it fall, let it mend, let it change me (won't turn back)
Moving through the storm, still whole (still my own)
Let it fall, let it heal, let it free me (in the end)
Living with the rain, I won’t be swept away (I'm not gone)

The Rain Won't Hide

I stand at the edge of myself,
Reflections blur and scatter,
Faces slip through the surface,
Who am I when I’m left untethered?

Waves rise, they pull at my breath,
Currents shift under my skin.
I reach out into open air... 

I'm changing shapes, shedding layers, (shedding layers)
Trying to find the heart, the center. (find the heart)
Proteus, we're adrift in the sea, (adrift in the sea)
Seeking the place where I can just be. (where I can just be)

Voices call from below,
Secrets buried, a quiet weight.
I stretch toward echoes, hollow,
Caught between the start and the end.

Every mask I wear confines,
In the quiet, blurs the lines.
Wandering through spaces unknown,
Hoping to touch something that’s real.

I'm changing shapes, shedding layers, (shedding layers)
Trying to find the heart, the center. (find the heart)
Proteus, we're adrift in the sea, (adrift in the sea)
Yearning for a place to belong as just me. (to belong as just me)

If I could hold still for a moment,
Feel earth’s weight beneath my feet, (feel the weight)
Maybe I'd meet the one I’m chasing,
Hiding in fragments, incomplete.

I'm changing shapes, shedding layers, (shedding layers)
Trying to find the heart, the center. (find the heart)
Proteus, we're adrift in the sea, (adrift in the sea)
Embracing every fault and fracture. (fault and fracture)

Waves subside, the silence grows,
I am all I've come to be,
Every form is wholly me.

Proteus

In the dark, the lies take shape,
Voices whisper, but I don’t break.
They wear their masks, they cast their spells,
But I see through, I know it well.

I tread through shadows, past the schemes,
Hear the venom, the twisted dreams.
But I hold steady, eyes on fire,
Rising higher, cutting through the mire.

I am opposed to cunning and deceit,
Through every storm, I stand, complete.
Your venom breaks, your words retreat,
I stand opposed, I won't concede.

Threads unravel, schemes unwind,
You spin your web, but I won’t bind.
In every scar, a strength remains,
From every wound, I break the chains.

I tread through shadows, past the schemes,
Hear the venom, the twisted dreams.
But I hold steady, eyes on fire,
Rising higher, cutting through the mire.

I am opposed to cunning and deceit,
Through every storm, I stand, complete.
Your venom breaks, your words retreat,
I stand opposed, I won't concede.

Your lies may coil, your shadows play,
But I stand firm; I won’t obey.
In every fracture, my truth shines through,
In every fall, I rise anew.

The fog clears, your grip fades,
I hold my ground, unafraid.
Truth remains, deceit runs dry,
I stand opposed, and I defy.

I Am Opposed

There it is, a gleam that cuts through still
Bright enough to reach, then shifts, goes dim
I don’t hold to what burns quick and thin
A glimmer, a pulse—gone like a breath

Shimmer at the edge, faint as dusk (faint as dusk)
Something close, but slips through dust
I let it fade, let it go
What’s light to someone who stays low? (who stays low)

I’ve watched stars dissolve, sink to rust (sink to rust)
Beauty that fractures, crumbles to ash
It’s easy to think there’s meaning in the drift
But I know better when it falls

Could chase that glow, let it pull me in (pull me in)
But I know what holds, what is thin
Better to stand, let it pass through
Than reach for something I can’t hold (I can’t hold)

So let it shimmer, let it turn to dust (turn to dust)
Nothing stays but the quiet pulse
A shame it's just that, a trace, a touch
Then slips away, leaves me undone (leaves me undone)

The Shimmer

Stars blaze bright, then fade from sight
In the vast expanse, they sway
A fleeting spark we chase
Gliding through the endless space

Questions linger in the dark
We search for answers silence guards
Endless time, it bends and breaks
Change, the one truth time won’t shake

Days dissolve into the dusk
Just a whisper in the hush
Moments flare and then they’re gone
Echoes of a distant song

Sky and earth in endless spin
Turning with the rhythm’s hymn
Cycles flow, they never cease
Learning when to find release

In the quiet depths of space
We are sparks that time can’t trace
Seeking truth among the dust
Embracing night’s tender hush

Days dissolve into the dusk
Just a whisper in the hush
Moments flare and then they’re gone
Echoes of a distant song

Night Visions (lo-fi)

The moon leaks out across the hills,
like a bruise spreading under the night.
I feel the weight of the air collapse,
the quiet crush before it bites.
(It shatters, it scatters, it swallows me whole.)

You left me in the bend of time,
where the walls can’t hold the heat.
The tiles still ache with your fleeting steps,
like a static hum beneath my feet.
(It’s gone, it’s wrong, it hums too loud.)

Moonlight over Alhambra,
a twisted thread I can’t unwind.
It rips, it burns, it loops forever,
a fractal cutting through my mind.
(It’s sharp, it’s dark, it cuts so deep.)

The fountains spill their voices raw,
their breath caught tight in rusted throats.
(Your words still echo in the stone.)
The orange groves cry in the grip of wind,
their leaves a chorus of bitter notes.
(It breaks, it takes, it won’t let go.)

Did you wrap your lies in a velvet blur,
and let them bleed into the sky?
(The fog, the fog, it’s all a disguise.)
Did I bury my faith in shifting ground,
only to feel it sink and die?
(It tears, it drowns, it’s all a lie.)

Moonlight over Alhambra,
a jagged thread through endless night.
It bends, it snaps, it tangles tighter,
a haunting wound I can’t make right.
(It screams, it dreams, it takes its toll.)

Under the vaults, I fall to ash,
the stars unravel, their shine turns cold.
Alhambra carries the taste of you,
but I am the one who bears the load.
(It stays, it fades, it pulls me under.)

Moonlight Over Alhambra

Bajo cielos de fuego, pienso en tu nombre,  
En las cartas que nunca envié.  
El eco de tus pasos cruza mi pecho,  
Y las sombras aún llevan tu voz.

Andalucía, donde tu risa vivía,  
Donde el tiempo se detuvo en tus ojos.  
En cada rincón dejaste tu huella,  
Un amor que no se borrará.

El Guadalquivir no sabe mi pena,  
Pero lleva las palabras que no dije.  
En cada esquina te busco en silencio,  
Y el viento me devuelve tu perfume.

Andalucía, donde tu risa vivía,  
Donde el tiempo se detuvo en tus ojos.  
En cada rincón dejaste tu huella,  
Un amor que no se borrará.

Bajo la luna, me pierdo en recuerdos,  
En las plazas donde te miré bailar.  
Granada, Sevilla, y calles de piedra,  
Guardan promesas que nunca cumplimos.

Andalucía, donde tu risa vivía,  
Donde el tiempo se detuvo en tus ojos.  
En cada rincón dejaste tu huella,  
Un amor que no se borrará.

Andalucía, susurra el viento,  
Tu nombre sigue ardiendo en mi pecho.  
En cada rincón escucho tu voz,  
De una tierra que canta lo que perdí.

Andalucía

A halo forms where heat consumes,
Cascading waves, the edge of bloom.
Burning threads pull the horizon tight,
A crown of fire at the edge of sight.

Between the glare, the void reveals,
Flares ignite and fracture, yet heal.
Through shifting currents, fragments align,
A fire that breathes, a pulse divine.

Corona, alive with light,
A dance of chaos, fierce and bright.
Through the shadows, it casts its flame,
An ancient rhythm, a timeless name.

In the radiant storm, patterns converge,
Elements collide, their fates diverge.
A cycle unending, creation unfolds,
Where fire consumes, new life takes hold.

Corona, alive with light,
A dance of chaos, fierce and bright.
Through the shadows, it casts its flame,
An ancient rhythm, a timeless name.

It fades to glow, a fleeting crown,
Ashes to embers, spiraling down.
Yet in its quiet, the spark remains...

Corona

Drift between the stillness...
where the echoes go to die...
Held inside the silence...
woven through the skin of time...

Shapes uncoil, bending backward,
folding through the vacant air.
Specters dance inside the fractures,
pulling threads that lead to nowhere.

It moves without a shadow...
It speaks without a name...
Every step it takes erases...
every trace that still remains...

Dissolve in the wake, carried forward—
nothing lingers long enough to break.
Eyes like open wounds, reaching outward,
lost inside the path it takes.

Marching forward, hands unweaving,
nothing touches, nothing stays.
Marching forward, void consuming,
worn away in measured waves.

Every echo bleeds through corridors—
hollow frames collapse in time.
Weightless forms, a silent hunger,
pulling all it left behind.

Marching forward, hands unweaving,
nothing touches, nothing stays.
Marching forward, void consuming,
worn away in measured waves.

Every echo bleeds through corridors—
hollow frames collapse in time.
Weightless forms, a silent hunger,
pulling all it left behind.

Marching forward, hands unweaving,
nothing touches, nothing stays.
Marching forward, void consuming,
worn away in measured waves.

Buried names beneath the surface...
soft decay beneath my tongue...
Watch it crawl beneath the ruins...
watch it bloom where nothing grows...

Tear through marrow, hollow temples,
wash the names from brittle stone...
Drag the remnants through the open—
leave them weightless, leave them cold.

Dissolve in the wake, carried forward—
nothing lingers long enough to break.
Eyes like open wounds, reaching outward,
lost inside the path it takes.

Marching forward... hands unweaving...
nothing touches... nothing stays...

March of Meranthus

Across fractured firmaments, whispers drift—
ancient syllables breathe secrets
into a sky unhinged, unraveling
truths torn beneath skin and sinew.
Footsteps trace sigils in silence;
reality splinters under cosmic tongues.

Madness murmurs beneath shapeless stars,
trembling nerves awaken scars.
Drifting pulses blur what’s ours—
fragments form from who we are.

A quiet hum coils around the bones,
hollow rhythms pulse alone;
patterns fray, unfold, collapse—
silent rifts redraw the maps.

A quiet hum coils around the bones,
hollow rhythms pulse alone;
patterns fray, unfold, collapse—
silent rifts redraw the maps.

I slip between the threads unseen,
the night unravels what daylight means;
existence sways, a subtle dance—
defiance blooms in empty hands.

Madness murmurs beneath shapeless stars,
trembling nerves awaken scars.
Drifting pulses blur what’s ours—
fragments form from who we are.

Specters align, tangled in gravity’s veil—
each echo a cipher, each breath an unveiling.
Ink-black horizons fracture, dissolve,
revealing visions we feared to resolve.

Patterns pulse through hollowed eyes;
dimensions collapse as worlds collide.
Madness murmurs beneath shapeless stars,
trembling nerves awaken scars.

Truth bends
and reality shatters—
lost in the pulse
of what never mattered.

Firmaments

I unstitched my name from the sky,
Left it hanging like a hollow moon—
The wind chews through my fingerprints,
A slow erosion of all my ruins.

You were a language I dreamed in,
Now just a vowel in the static...

This is the anatomy of disappearing—
A silhouette of smoke, a clock without gears.
I am the echo no one is hearing,
The wound where the light bled in... and vanished.

I built a house from my missing bones,
Filled the rooms with the dust of prayers—
The door swings wide on its own,
A mouth that sings only empty air.

Say my name like a knife through water...
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO CUT.

This is the anatomy of disappearing—
a frame made of vapor, time unstrung.
I’m the breath between collapsing rooms,
the split where the light broke through

Cut me clean from the current
Name me nothing and let me go
(You left your silence in my marrow)

Trace the edge / where signal ends
All I carry now is noise
(Static wraps around the soul)

No anchor.
No mirror.
No tether.
No prayer.

I was real once—
wasn't I?

You said it would linger
But there was nothing left to hinder.
Only space.

Say my name like a knife through water...
THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO CUT.

The Anatomy of Disappearing

I was there—
when your pulse was a question.
Before the naming,
before the bones learned to bend.

You moved like memory—
not yours,
but familiar.

Did you think the quiet
meant you’d slipped away?
That the stillness
was yours to take?

Every breath
fit like it belonged.
Even silence
came out wrong.

No one asked.
But you moved
like they’d called.

No force.
No threat.
Just the shape
I witnessed forming.

No force.
No threat.
Just the shape
I witnessed forming.

Was I the frame,
or the dust inside it?
Did I make the silence,
or just hide it?

I saw you
steal my steps.
And I wondered
who came first.

I called it purpose.
But it felt
like a curse.

I spoke in your voice
before you knew the words.
The meaning bent
before it struck the air.

Whatever you meant
thinned to threads
and vanished there.

What was seen
never set.
What stayed
was called a kindness.

But absence
wears a thousand skins.

No force.
No threat.
Just the shape
I witnessed forming.

If I shaped you—
who shaped me?

Form Without Witness

It happens soft—
the way ice gives underfoot,
just before the break catches your ear.
You were already leaning.
You just didn't feel the shift.

Ligaments unravel in spirals.
The machine doesn’t seize—
it sighs.
You call it accident.
I call it arrival.

No banners.
No sirens.
Only the body forgetting its promises.

No signal.
No anchor.
Just the crack widening
each time you speak.

I keep your tremors folded away—
maps without legends,
crossings without destinations.

Your hands miss their mark.
Your voice folds in on itself.
Still, you insist
you’re standing still.

It’s not the fall.
It’s the hollow in your hands.
It’s the breath coming undone.
The thread you couldn’t stand.

It’s the reach that folds inside.
The sound you never catch.
It’s not the fall—
it’s the slipping
that never ends

Trigger Point

I was almost gone
when the shape lost its grip.
But something beneath the breath
kept time
without permission.
It measured collapse
in half-remembered rhythms.

I didn’t return.
I surfaced.
Still partial,
but aligned.

The pulse wasn’t mine—
but I carried it
until the pattern changed.

This is the trace
that outlived the frame.
This is the drag
of what couldn’t remain.

Memory folds inward
and still pulls.
Friction becomes shape.
The forgotten
begins to gather.

I never stopped moving.
Even stillness was a signal.

I didn’t stay
to be saved.
I stayed
because the break held fire.

I remember
the pressure.
I remember
the shift.

Threshold Memory

Water runs down broken streets,
Boots heavy, can't find my feet.
Sky opens, a bitter laugh,
I’m here, caught in its aftermath.

Clouds hang like things unsaid,
The weight of words that filled my head.
I spin, hoping to blur it all—
But shadows cling when I start to fall.

Let it pour, let it sting, let it drown me
Dance with the hurt, let it spin me around (take the pain)
Let it flood, let it break, let it pull me
Living in the rain, it won’t wash me out (I won't fade)

Cold hands and the truth it burns,
Every drop a page that turns.
I keep moving, chasing breath,
Through the storm and every regret.

Eyes shut, can't face the glare,
Wind whispers things I can’t repair.
But I touch the rain to feel alive,
Hold its weight to survive the night.

Let it pour, let it sting, let it drown me
Dance with the hurt, let it spin me around (take the pain)
Let it flood, let it break, let it pull me
Living in the rain, it won’t wash me out (I won't fade)

When the sky cracks wide, I see it all (no more lies)
Breathe in the dark, let it settle deep (in my bones)
Rise through the ache, through every drop,
Find the strength I thought I’d lost.

Let it pour, let it sting, let it drown me 
Dance with the hurt, let it spin me around (take the pain)
Let it flood, let it break, let it pull me
Living in the rain, it won’t wash me out (I won't fade)

Let it fall, let it mend, let it change me (won't turn back)
Moving through the storm, still whole (still my own)
Let it fall, let it heal, let it free me (in the end)
Living with the rain, I won’t be swept away (I'm not gone)

I watched the world dim out through wired glass 
Fingers tracing cracks like maps of my past 
Your ghost is humming in the air vents again 
It sings in static, soft and thin

There’s a rhythm to the rot, a melody to the pain 
I dance alone beneath phosphorescent rain

I don't feel brand new 
But I don’t feel like dying 
Stuck in the space 
Between signal and silence 
The wires don’t say anything 
Just echo what I’m already thinking
Phantom frequencies 
In this cold machine

The warning lights have all burned out 
Nobody left to hear me shout 
Your name's just noise now, just feedback 
Another signal I can’t get back
Walls breathe like lungs but never speak 
This city sleeps with rust in its teeth 
I keep dancing to the beat 
Of machines that never sleep

I pulled the wires from my chest 
(Still breathing, still a mess) 
Carved our names in circuit boards 
(Silent screams, broken bones)
The static sings me lullabies 
Of phosphorescent alibis 
And I think— 
I think I stopped feeling 
A long time ago

I don't feel brand new 
Just a glitch they haven’t fixed 
Caught in a loop 
That never meant anything 
Everything I send out 
Just comes back empty 
Like a cold machine 
Still pretending to
breathe

The Tape Keeps Spinning

 "The first great work of the alchemist is to break down... to dissolve. To find the undifferentiated, common substance of all things. We speak, of course, of the Prima Materia. It is the base material, formless and chaotic... worthless in itself, yet holding the infinite potential for a new creation..."

This thin skin, an error state, a shell about to fall apart.
A dim-lit film, a glitch in time, a ghost now plays the lead.
The sick-blue flicker on the screen reveals a vacant space.
A static wraith of corrupted data... a virus in the system.

The low hum builds, a pressure deep inside.
A bitter image with nowhere left to go.
This guttering glimmer, a failing signal...
A true reflection of the coming storm.

DISSOLVE! In the black solvent of the soul.
REDUCE! Every last fragment of control.
This isn't healing, it's a cauterizing wound...
The ghost in the crucible, silent and consumed.

Call it the first step, the solve et coagula.
Strip the self you've built, and treat it like a bad design.
Smash the silver surface, see what's broken underneath.
This restless need to bleed out hope upon the killing floor.

The low hum builds, a pressure deep inside.
A bitter image with nowhere left to go.
This guttering glimmer, a failing signal...
A true reflection of the coming storm!

DISSOLVE! In the black solvent of the soul.
REDUCE! Every last fragment of control.
This isn't healing, it's a cauterizing wound...
The ghost in the crucible, silent and consumed.

"Following the complete dissolution of the Nigredo... comes the ablution. A washing away. The alchemist must now purify the subject... cleanse the ashes of the old self to reveal the pure white substance beneath. This is the Albedo. Only from this state of absolute nullity... this white-washed blankness... can a new consciousness begin to form."

I DISSOLVE! In the black solvent of my soul!
I REDUCE! To make the broken pieces whole!
This isn't healing, it's a transformation now...
The ghost in the crucible takes a final bow.

Prima Materia

A black rot blooms inside my chest, a sickness taking root.
The face that stares back from the glass is a stranger to my own eye.
My thoughts are circling vultures with a hunger I can feel.
Picking apart a monument that was never truly there.

And the sun is a skull in the sky, a vacant, bleached-out hole.
I'm losing all connection to a world I can't control.
This is the price of the stone, the turning of the screw...
To watch the one you used to be die right in front of you.

My shadow stretches on the wall, a creeping, formless stain.
More honest than the hollow man who couldn't stand the pressure.
I'm learning how to love the taste of this exquisite decay.
The only way to find the light is to let it all go black.

And the sun is a skull in the sky, a vacant, bleached-out hole.
I'm losing all connection to a world I can't control.
This is the price of the stone, the turning of the screw...
To watch the one you used to be die right in front of you.

I felt a bird of ashes land, a weight upon my chest.
It didn't come to sing a song, it came to be a witness
to the slow deconstruction of a life I thought was real.
And now I see it has my eyes, reflecting my own failure.

"And so, the blackening is complete. The matter has been reduced to its most basic, corrupted state: a dark and lifeless ash. But this is not an end. From this decay, the second stage may begin: the Albedo. A cleansing... a baptism in fire and water... to wash the grime away and reveal the pure, white substance hidden within. The soul, as it were, bleached clean."

The sun is a skull in the sky, a cold and vacant eye.
I'm losing all connection to the reasons to remain
This is the gift of the stone, this hollow, empty view...
And know the one you used to be will never make it through.

"The whitening... the tabula rasa..."

The Crow's Head

"So, we have achieved the tabula rasa... the blank slate. But what does one experience within this perfect nullity? The texts speak of a profound lunar peace... a sterile, almost surgical quiet where the fever of the former self has finally broken. It is a state of absolute potential, precisely because it is a state of absolute emptiness. The ultimate blank canvas of the self."

The hiss of the tape starts to fade.
The pressure in my head is gone.
A fine white dust settles on the machines.

The monitor screen is a blank slate.
My own reflection shows no fear.
There is no static here anymore.

And there's this ghost inside my bones.
This perfect hollowness I've never known.
And I'm starting to suspect a bitter truth...

And they call this feeling clarity.
They call this barren quiet peace.
But it's just a clean and empty room
where I am finally, finally safe from you.

I scraped away every last trace of the stain.
I bled out all the poison and the memory.
Just to learn the sickness was a part of me.

And they call this feeling clarity.
They call this barren quiet peace.
But it's just a clean and empty room
where I am finally, finally safe from you.

So this is what it's like to win.
To be washed clean of everything.
But I think I might have erased the wrong person.

"But one must be cautious in this white void. A perfect vacuum begs to be filled. It is a state of profound vulnerability. The subject, now purified, stands at a precipice. The question that follows is not one of process, but of will. What will be the first color... the first word... to stain this pristine, silent page?"

Lunar Bath

"And so we come to the great paradox of the Albedo. 
Infinite potential often leads not to creation, but to a state of profound paralysis.
 The fear of making the wrong mark... of choosing an imperfect color... can be so overwhelming that the subject chooses not to act at all, remaining suspended in a state of pristine, yet ultimately sterile, inaction."

This body is a house of glass.
A hollow room, a perfect white.
And every whisper from the past...
threatens to become a hairline crack.

And this is the stillness... this silent, frozen prize.
A terrifying vacuum behind my own two eyes.
This pristine page, this fragile, empty state.
Paralyzed by the ghost of every past mistake.

I stand before a thousand doors.
And every handle feels like it will burn.
I'm afraid to take a single step forward.
Forgetting which way is the safe return.

And this is the stillness... this silent, frozen prize.
A terrifying vacuum behind my own two eyes.
This pristine page, this fragile, empty state.
Paralyzed by the ghost of every past mistake.

Is this my hand that holds the pen?
Is this my will that hesitates again?
Or just the static of a dead command...
from an architect I don't understand.

"A single... drop... of color..."

Porcelain

"A single drop... and with it, the potential of the void crystallizes into a single path. 
The cold light of the moon gives way to the analytical fire of the sun. 
The Citrinitas has begun. 
The mind no longer merely exists; it begins to comprehend."

The sterile calm is finally broken.
A yellow light, a chemical stain.
The static in my head resolves into a single, awful thought.
A cold new logic that feels like a different kind of pressure.

And this is the great enlightenment.
This is the bitter, final turn.
I thought I was the one who was the victim here.
But I was always the lesson I refused to learn.

I pull the memory of your face up from the archive.
Another piece of evidence, another reason to submit.
Every tear was just the fuel for this machine.
Every moment of despair was just a part of it.

And this is the great enlightenment!
This is the bitter, final turn!
I thought I was the one who was the victim here!
But I was always the lesson I refused to learn!

This sun-forged eye... it sees too clearly now.
There is no beauty left, no grand design.
Just a perfect system of my own mistakes.
And I was the architect, and all of this was mine.

"And so, comprehension is achieved. 
The subject no longer sees the world; it sees the system behind the world. 
Every action, every emotion, every thought reduced to a predictable, logical sequence. 
But this illumination comes at a cost. 
To understand the machine so completely is to become alienated from it... to stand outside, observing its functions with a cold and lonely clarity.
The next stage is not one of discovery, but of isolation."

Citrinitas (The Sun-Forged Eye)

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