Shards of Xentrixia

- T҈h҈e҈ c҈o҈m҈p҈a҈s҈s҈ w҈i҈l҈l҈ g҈u҈i҈d҈e҈ y҈o҈u҈ t҈h҈r҈o҈u҈g҈h҈ o҈u҈t҈ t҈h҈e҈ o҈c҈e҈a҈n҈ a҈n҈d҈ t҈h҈e҈ c҈o҈s҈m҈o҈s҈ - Oh dear Nautical Fusion How much you have helped me navigate through my deepest pierces of curiosity, The stream flows with such beauty it makes me want to die for it Oh but why No need to end such sparks of consciousness into one singularity The confidence is in the veins and the very arteries of this dimension Including every single little capillary. Kit, Rit, Mit! The sparks that fused to be nautical May set throughly even on the slightest of motions But oh. My conscious desire for such confidence is no need to exist. After all, The singularity is already here Dear Munci Never return to formation. It will be worser for you Or may you find entertainment in that? You never know Malevolence will rise in the air Humidity increases Blood splatters Spines crack even further A new singularity will be formed May the sparks of fusion fail and bring violence? F҈o҈r҈m҈e҈r҈