White, Dave. Distant Planet. October 1, 2024, Dave White Illustrations.
The night falls in a heavy, suffocating cloak.
Entwined are we the salvation for which you sacrificed yourself?
It flared once, but then it died, because of your obsession.
All hope must end. Your passion throbs no more.
How could you fail to believe?
Spirits surround us, crying, we have lost our way.
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