Once sanctuary. The uninviting undertones bellow in mourning. A soured fate. They say the deads sleep is endless, as my toll chimes, wakeless. Still unsighted eyes. With sickly bloodshot yolk, cresting as if to rise reborn. Tarnishing sleek silvered...

Only point to matter is the fulcrums peak.As pivotal, the equilibrium we seek. Critical mass tipped to offset sum. Heavily shifts the weight of outcome. Impressive pressures impart fractional distresses.Coalesces into convoluted messes. Broken focus binding fixation to disrepair....