CERUDE TRAJECTORY.

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(A Graps Held Forward .)

With unwavering constancy, offering tranquility akin to a placid ocean, I call upon the ghostlight Lee Jeno Portrayers mollifying the serrated edges of a timeworn soul as we carve another sigil in time to mark his birth 23rd April.

Yet, within hushed interludes nocturnal stillness or the delicate diminuendo of melody reverberations of a bygone presence emerge. (..PM)

If echoes of the past murmur to you, come forth and weave your lament into this requiem. Please Tap Autocopy. (Send to @CERUDEBOT)

Salutations. I, (Your full name + Username), am prepared to partake in the Memoir of Lee Jeno’s Birthday. My gratitude precedes me like a shadow at dusk.

Note: Full name and username in one line, as always.

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LIKE TIMEWORN INK ON PARCHMENT AGED, A CHRONICLE SUSPENDED: CERUDE TRAJECTORY.

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(Reverberates With Frigidity.)

GAZES THAT ONCE GLEAMED,
PROFOUND AND INTENSE. (X.)

Now Fixate Ahead: Vacant ..?
Bereft Of Luminescence. 🫀

Is agony still quantified in measurements by weight, by volume, by distance traversed. As when sustenance is withheld to diminish what is detested and leave even less to mend. As when the vow is made that this libation shall be the final indulgence, though certainty denies the truth of that claim.

As when countless paces are pursued in futile escape, chasing a divergent manifestation of affliction. A breath removed from tranquility, yet a few iniquities shy of perdition. Residual suffering remains. Was affectation of concern as effortless as the performance of apathy.

(X.) A quiver, followed by poise. Endurance is possible. Anchor to anything resolute, and summon equilibrium. Does clarity now emerge. Restoration resides equidistant from annihilation. And the sole resource diminishing with each breath is time.


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What shall be conveyed when inquiry arises regarding the incident. Shall the response be that paralysis took hold, that the horizon of tomorrow appeared too obscured by vehemence to navigate, while the remnants of yesterday resided too far in the recesses of memory to reclaim.

X. Suppose recollections are more vivid in others than within the self shall that knowledge be wielded as leverage. Perhaps certain days return unbidden, bearing reverberations of shrieks, clenched extremities, fractured reflections, and crystalline remnants scattered across cold ceramic tiles. Is that the visage perceived in silent.

(X.) CONVERSATIONS ONCE
ENDURED TILL TWILIGHTS.

Now Syllables Are Sparse &..
Radiance Seems To Forsake.

Were intentions audible the quiet assurances uttered into the void, that within the interval between celestial dusk and dawning light, all venomous utterances and cold evasions would dissolve into the ether, never to resurface.

“Fingers Entwined In Seamless: Embrace ..?”


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