Do not trust its glow. It does not shine to light your way, but to digest you. In the sulphurous sky…
Do not trust its glow. It does not shine to light your way, but to digest you. In the sulphurous sky, jellyfish do not drift, they hunt innocence. The child believes he is riding a star; he is but a passenger in a glass stomach, a last spark of consciousness before the great void closes its filaments on humanity's last memory.🫧🫧🪼🪼
