The Dust of Ether

After the dust settles, our eyes open

The Dust of Ether

Death casts light on the beauty of life.

In laughter and in sorrow, we cherish the illustration set before us.

A glimmer of vibrancy - a fleeting dance to decay, our minds desperately cling to a withering past. The art fades within the perpetual cycle – dashing the shadows which veil our temporal state. Hope recedes within the boundaries of the mortal heart.

And in our final wonder - amidst thoughts of betrayal, a chorus rises from the foundation of the soul. Through the monuments of the infinite ether, the chorus echoes, as we close our eyes...and see at last.