The main sequence is ended
then death becomes life,
diffused upon emptiness,
spreading divine light.
Generating the sphere
The light decays
into life
and we are but death
embodied in flesh.
Generating the sphere
From a distance,
and through the lens of time,
Chaos
seems still.
Generating the sphere
Our future foretold
by clouds in the void,
behind their beauty
lies their violence.
In this place
anything that grows is dying.
In this place
anything that dies is growing.
What's left of us will change
Forged by violence and shaped by pain
We only exist in body.