Tortured but golden like a cursed treasure.
A glimpse of starlight can be seen submerged
in the darkest of caverns. The void is deep and threatening. It’s hauntingly beautiful.

Between the reverberating hum of anguish
deep in the core, a soft pause touches feather-light. Fleeting but present, it feels like a quick tap of silk against the heart.

It is there. The supernova encapsulated tightly.
Enveloped in shadows to cast a balance on
its wild light. Always, two sides of the same coin. Tortured but golden.