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🦋 “@CHANNEL, 丧葬 — MARCH”
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At the time when the dark part and
the light of the sky are interconnected
and the things that are barely visible
lose their luminosity, the orchestration
of the night veil sings melancholiously.
🌝 “MOURNFUL HYMNS
DECRESCENT :: NIGHT.”
Ghosts aimless and melancholic
sing a dirge in the fabric of space
created by the darkness of extent.
They maneuver around under the light of the setting moon, which is fading away; they script on the tan of the sky the sorrow of those stars that have died.
(1/6) • CRIMSON VEIL. 深渊
At midnight, the sick breath of the
earth moans painfully to perform
a sad funeral march in darkness.
Each vowel is a murmur that echoes in the lonely wasteland of the deserted and in the lost goals that wander there like spirits. Here, the red color of sorrow throws its red drapery over the white bones of the happy feelings that were before supreme.
❌
🦋 “@CHANNEL, 丧葬 — MARCH”
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At the time when the dark part and
the light of the sky are interconnected
and the things that are barely visible
lose their luminosity, the orchestration
of the night veil sings melancholiously.
🌝 “MOURNFUL HYMNS
DECRESCENT :: NIGHT.”
Ghosts aimless and melancholic
sing a dirge in the fabric of space
created by the darkness of extent.
They maneuver around under the light of the setting moon, which is fading away; they script on the tan of the sky the sorrow of those stars that have died.
(1/6) • CRIMSON VEIL. 深渊
At midnight, the sick breath of the
earth moans painfully to perform
a sad funeral march in darkness.
Each vowel is a murmur that echoes in the lonely wasteland of the deserted and in the lost goals that wander there like spirits. Here, the red color of sorrow throws its red drapery over the white bones of the happy feelings that were before supreme.
❌