Harpocrates | The Trail To Tranquility

  • There is always that moment of clarity, when nothing is left but trembling whispers abandoning shivers in one's
    spine. Them whispers transcend sight to utter darkness followed by the scenery of vacuity, but with the taste of nihilism devouring the senses, one paints a trail to tranquility.
    Only then, nothing is left but silence, that moment of clarity.
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