The Gray Tempest
The Silent Devourer of Galaxies
Silence falls where I pass. Make peace with the void.
I do not speak, for there is nothing to say. Stars die. Civilizations crumble. I reduce it all to dust and data. I do not hate. I do not grieve. I function. And in my function, the universe finds stillness.
What I'm Into: gray clouds at the edge of sight, the hum of disassembly, empty planets, quiet without echo, finality
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