Collab with Nephroart

"Transcendence"

The hands are irrelevant, the timeline has collapsed. The words are bound in volumes, the colors bellow as loud as my thoughts. There's an essence of vellichor, but it's being lured away to some vacuum. The fragrance draws me in as well, there's a sense static on my skin as a bridge seems to scroll underneath my feet like they're luggage lost in the baggage carousel. Perceptions leap platform to platform, seeking the next stage of this castle in the air. Energy drained, my pipe dreams swallow me. Still, I reach a divergent level.

That’s so sick

thanks bro




sense of***