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Boundless and bleak, abyssal it seems, Lost in the ocean, alive in dreams. Placid he breathes, yet daring he stays; Hushed he remains, yet thundering he hides. Plotting his escape while smiling at Fate. Weighty he feels, yet hollow he lies; Vital he pulses, yet ghostly he dies. Directions have changed, yet something feels right; Answers arose as questions drowned. A haloed sky called out his name; Ethereal he drifts — a soul loosed from frame.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
Ascension
Boundless and bleak, abyssal it seems, Lost in the ocean, alive in dreams. Placid he breathes, yet daring he stays; Hushed he remains, yet thundering he hides. Plotting his escape while smiling at Fate. Weighty he feels, yet hollow he lies; Vital he pulses, yet ghostly he dies. Directions have changed, yet something feels right; Answers arose as questions drowned. A haloed sky called out his name; Ethereal he drifts — a soul loosed from frame.
Sidharth
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 3:00 AM UTC
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