Eternal Sweet
Tomb Murmur
Rotting tombs whisper lies. Is that flame in your hand truth—or ash？
Blood Moon Verse
Thorns sprout from your tongue. Blood-moon splits—cover your left ear.
Star skeleton elegy
Stardust shreds your spine. Wrong seconds rewrite eternity—silence the echoes.
Abyssal Contract
Tentacles coil your ribs. Surrender heartbeat or eyelids—the abyss hums lullabies.
The Ashes Oath
As shattered banners devour dawn, seven chasms spew corroded oaths. Exiles branded by dying stars, mute warriors whose blades hum with marrow-spells, godkillers strangled by their own chains—they march to crush the divine rot in their spines. Hear the horns: scar-song of torn throats. Claim no thrones forged from comet-cinders. This convergence is the last truth as prophecies shatter.
