A gilded ring pours forth its ichor
Down from the darkened heavens
Shadow inlaid with gold
A cascade of molten sun
The sky twists and contorts violently
And then in a moment, it simply ends
Nothing left to see but distant stars
Obscured by a now obsidian moon
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
A gilded ring pours forth its ichor
Down from the darkened heavens
Shadow inlaid with gold
A cascade of molten sun
The sky twists and contorts violently
And then in a moment, it simply ends
Nothing left to see but distant stars
Obscured by a now obsidian moon
