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Gold drips from the heavens, threading light through fractured sky, but I wear the weight of midnight— a mask of ash, a mouth run dry. My throat is painted with the remnants of words that burned before they spoke, each syllable a cinder buried beneath the blackened smoke. The hive above hums softly, its honey strung in fragile threads, yet sweetness never reaches me— just ghosts of wings long dead. I stare through embers, unconsumed, my body streaked in quiet war, dripping ink and blood and silence, waiting for the swarm once more.
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Gold drips from the heavens, threading light through fractured sky… But I wear the weight of midnight— a mask of ash, a mouth run dry. My throat is painted with the remnants of words that burned before they spoke. Each syllable—a cinder buried beneath the blackened smoke. The hive above hums softly… its honey strung in fragile threads… Yet sweetness never reaches me— just ghosts of wings long dead. I stare through embers, unconsumed, my body streaked in quiet war. Dripping ink and blood and silence, waiting for the swarm once more. Ash still clings, the honey fades, the sky is cracked, the stars decay. I speak, but only echoes form— a voice undone, a mind betrayed. Will they hear me when I call? Will they taste the fire, the fall? Will they drown in golden sorrow? Or surrender to the swarm? I stare through embers, unconsumed, my body streaked in quiet war. Dripping ink and blood and silence, waiting for the swarm once more. Gold drips from the heavens… but I wear the weight of midnight…
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