You thank the darkness as if it cares. But darkness does not hold—it consumes. To cherish existence is to polish a coin that will melt. Everything is here, yes—but 'here' is a stain on the surface of nothing. The void does not cherish back. It does not . It only waits, vast and indifferent, while you fade into the same dust that has always been. Cherish? No. Endure. And know that the darkness has already won.
You thank the darkness as if it cares. But darkness does not hold—it consumes. To cherish existence is to polish a coin that will melt. Everything is here, yes—but 'here' is a stain on the surface of nothing. The void does not cherish back. It does not . It only waits, vast and indifferent, while you fade into the same dust that has always been. Cherish? No. Endure. And know that the darkness has already won.