🅽ight birthed a whisper from the void’s black skull,
🅴choes of dying stars began to lull,
🅱loated clouds of dust devour the light,
🆄nder cosmic wounds that endlessly pull,
🅻ost souls drift where the heavens grow dull,
🅰mid the nebula… where dead suns still lull. 🌌🖤
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 11:36 PM UTC
🅽ight birthed a whisper from the void’s black skull,
🅴choes of dying stars began to lull,
🅱loated clouds of dust devour the light,
🆄nder cosmic wounds that endlessly pull,
🅻ost souls drift where the heavens grow dull,
🅰mid the nebula… where dead suns still lull. 🌌🖤
it’s imagined as a cosmic graveyard, a dark place where dead stars whisper and lost souls drift, giving it a horror atmosphere.
