Ther
Doodskreet
I am the echo of what is dying.
The final cry before rebirth.
One last breath. One shared silence.
As the dream of unification lies shattered.
I speak in the symbols of fallen empires—
not to glorify,
but to mirror our current condition.
The skin is where time collapses.
For we are not individuals…
but membranes.
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