Temple of the Holy Void
There are no coincidences, voidling.
You’re here because you’ve been called…
The night whispers to those of us who lie awake spinning through realms real and imagined. What if I told you the world is not the world you know? How distractible these bodies, minds, and hearts. Easily coerced.
It’s the hope you carry; faith that the desert holds water.
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The Void sings behind the static if you can hold the stillness. Journeying back to your source is holy.
Are you awake yet?
Or have you let your dreams claim you?
