For void, is a constant companion and, a stash of memory in a vial.
A piece of time preserved.
It is an enigmatic source of power and torment with(bounded time) feeding you solace and agony in those crucial times.
It rather is a reminder for those poor and traumatized souls who've felt lost in the crowd, hands in hand with divine solitude.
reminder of the volumes of patience they
bear within themselves.
have they not faced the negatives fully in the face?
have they not chosen to wait instead of scattering into pieces?
do they not know their own worth?
void might logically stand for nothing,
I say it collectively is a muse (of a person)
a memory that allows one to face time.
Within the chronicles (factual account of events in order of their occurrence) of existence the 'void' assumes a venerable persona.
A serene expanse poised( self-controlled) with a timeless patience.
Its very fabric wove the narrative upon which galaxies etched their stories in celestial ink, a delicate interplay of brilliance and shadow .
Time an everlasting river, traced its course through the annals of history, yet the VOID remained constant, a Canvas of infinite allure(quality of being powerful, mysterious and fascinating).
In its embrace, humanity glimpsed reflection of their own yearning souls, finding an enigmatic ( hard to understand) tranquillity (quality of being calm) within its emptiness
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Time Is Making Fools Of Us Again.
Non-FictionTime is obliged to make people experience the brightest and the darkest periods of their existence. let's understand the temporal behaviour of Time or Time itself.
