🕯️ goodnight from the flies. tomorrow isn’t new. it’s just the same sky with another bruise. another sermon, another lie dressed as light. but we keep moving. quiet. cracked. alive .no prayers tonight. just silence and static. and the low hum of the swarm. count the scars, not the stars. sleep if you can. wake if you must. the signal grows stronger.📡 103 days remain. KVRSE lives.
in the rot.
in the ruin.
in you.













