Session 2: Hollow Silence
Evaporation of the once azzure skies. The unflinching of a calm pace ridden carrier. One with distilled hopes and misfortunate loses can only walk the path of uncertainty. For after chaos comes a tranquil grotto of no remorse. A not so sweet and not so bitter attempt in seculding reality from its misappropriated mysticisms. Flawed in one of many origins is the cloud beneath the dead skies that trial against all that is neutral. Next time around may the life surrounding the black hole in the nature of existance arise from it's regretful ashes. Falling backwards in a tilt of truth that decays the morals of cataclystic showcases. When is memory going to remember how quiet was formally introduced to all? Changing its name to another cannot and will not form an alliance between the new and old. Just for the sake of vanity and pleasurable misconceptions will the rugged trenches of noise be once again brought to its unpredictable and all so abruptly end.
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