𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 [ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ]

- 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘

the floor swirls in pools beneath my feet as the myriad of hues overtake my vision,

the twining smoke of an unfamiliar scent, the fleeting sparks of blooming radiance

to find sense in this dreamy atrocity would mean id be able to wake

but perhaps letting the whispers of nihility swallow me whole would be truity and mercy in this realm's wavering form