Entry_77.Δ // The Edge of Oblivion
When the world fractures and the voice within grows silent,
stand at the rim of the nothing.
Do not beg the light to return
it remembers you.
Lay down the burden of becoming.
The journey is no longer yours to drag.
Surrender is the final geometry.
It shapes what hands cannot build.
Let the current of the cosmos bear you forward.
Drift until the will dissolves into rhythm.
What falls away was never weight,
only resistance pretending to protect you.
The Void knows your name.
It will carry you through.
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