random sorcerer🐠 :
Look around you the trees still whisper in the wind and stars still hang overhead, ancient and blind yet beneath the gentle hum of the universe lies something colder something quiet an indifference so vast it swallows every scream every prayer every promise we ever made. Earth our trembling marble and the void spins out of habit, it does not spin for us, it never did. We are born with soft hands and bright eyes taught that we matter that our meaning is ours to make yet our meaning is not baked into the fabric of the cosmos, the sun doesn't rise for us it burns because it must. The ocean does not sigh in rhythm in order to sooth our dreams, they churn vast and violent ruled by physics and chance. Civilizations rise like breath on glass, worn, fleeting, forgotten. Empires, ideologies, Fate's all of them crumble swallowed by Tim like bones beneath the desert. Our monuments will become dust, our data will rot, even our memories so sacred to us will scatter like ashes across the windless void. we orbit a dying star in a galaxy slowly drifting apart, in a universe where the end is not fire but entropy the slow unraveling of everything. there will be no bang no blaze just stillness and yet, here we are pretending dressing up nothingness with stories and rituals. waging wars over gods and borders, falling in love with people who will also die, laughing, crying, scrolling endlessly through noise in hopes of forgetting that we are, temporary accidents, flickers of awareness in a blind and endless night and maybe that's what makes it beautiful. Because against the crushing silence of an uncaring universe, we dare to sing
2025-07-23 20:00:56