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Just beyond an unassuming door on the side of the club,
Firmly locked into habit and ritual,
Hold tenaciously to old patterns of life.
A billion years is enough time for an asteroid to wipe us all out,
Plate tectonics to consume all traces that we ever existed,
And a new sentient species to evolve to where we are today.
Twice.
To think that one day it's all going to end...
Our time through history is just a page in the book.
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→ ↀ Anthropics.
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→ Icon01 / (deviations)
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→ Icon02 | (the curse)
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→ Iconography > ◦ • ‣
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Sun blasts my eyes open. No grand epiphanies today, just heat and grit.
This rock isn't going to bake me into some fancy sculpture. It'll just turn me into another chunk of the landscape with a pulse, maybe.
Years melt. Time's a lazy lizard sunning itself on my cracked skin. I'm a fossil with feelings, big deal.
Sun, still staring, like a bored god with nothing better to do. I stand here, not alive, not dead, just… existing. "Guardian of dust whispers and forgotten dreams"? Nah, just another rock getting baked in the cosmic oven.
This land, it remembers nothing. Names are dust, stars just pinpricks in the endless black. No lullabies here, just silence, the kind that swallows everything. And in that silence, there's nothing. No universe blooming, just the slow tick of my own decay.
Sun dips, paints the sky in burnt orange. I creak, a groan that echoes through the emptiness. Not some noble hero, nor a brave survivor. Just a rock with echoes of a heartbeat, waiting for the sun to finally melt me down into nothing.
Yeah, maybe that's the point. No grand narratives, no heroic speeches. Just the slow grind of existence, the beautiful emptiness of it all. So take your "tapestries of silence" and shove 'em. Give me rocks and dust, the raw truth that stings like sun in your eyes.
Here's to being a speck in the void, a grain of sand whispering defiance against the endless silence. Maybe that's enough. Maybe it's all there ever was.
“Rock Whisperer” (probably not a guardian, just a rock with an opinion)
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→ Icon03 ¬ genesis 𑁜 𐌠
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← SN0012084 // • 人間
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Miyuki Belgrade, Serbia
“I should just give up, morph with the ground, and let the years go by”, he
thought.
“The burning sun will slowly fossilize me, adding yet another variation to the landscape. I will evolve to become a rock, painted in abrasive orange tones.”
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