Towards an Unknown

Loneliest stillness rise up like the gloomy citadel

From the discontented core waiting to caress obscurity

Times are frozen and unrelenting; the deadness is alive

Yes, it is the time for the dispassionate stillness to thrive

Not all harmonies translate to a beautiful music

Thoughtful side pushed against the wall

Another half is pulled away towards the dark stairs

Spirals and the deadly murals complement the passage

Strangeness, stillness, stoic, and stealth of scariness


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