BLK XIII

yet echoes linger, of worlds left behind, in light and in shadow, a tapestry twined. seeking pure clarity, we yearn for the sight, eternity etched, in this chain of light. an abyss through ages, it courses and weaves, a history's tale, in whispers it breathes. into darkness we'll slip, if we fail to see, as screens softly flicker, revealing our plea.