Whispers of the Void

Across the stars in violet hue,
Where moons pulse green and rivers spew
A silver mist, both bright and dead—
There thrived a world inside one head.

The Aetherkin, with shifting minds,
Saw time unravel, fold, rewind.
Their voices echoed, split in twain,
One spoke of joy, one wept in pain.

They built their towers high and wide,
Yet heard them crumble deep inside.
A kingdom vast, yet lost in thought—
Was it real, or was it not?

Their rulers crowned in crystal smoke
Would change with every word they spoke.
One moment wise, the next unhinged,
Their laws dissolved, their fates unpinned.

And in their streets of liquid stone,
Where shadows walked but stood alone,
The laughter came, the silence fled—
Yet still, they feared the thoughts unsaid.

Were they many? Were they one?
Did they rise, or were they undone?
A thousand eyes, a single dream—
A world alive, yet split between.

Across the stars in violet hue,
Their echoes linger, false yet true.
A schizophrenic realm unchained,
Forever whole, forever maimed.