Watching All the Stars Burn Out… The air is still. Not as if in a vacuum. Still as in lifeless. As if Death could exhale. Jagged spears of a rock, all in symmetrical rows, claw at every horizon. Their clay red is stark against the black sky. The southern sky is ringed in crimson, giving the planet’s curvature a blood frown.
Stars Burn Out
Stars Burn Out
Stars Burn Out
Watching All the Stars Burn Out… The air is still. Not as if in a vacuum. Still as in lifeless. As if Death could exhale. Jagged spears of a rock, all in symmetrical rows, claw at every horizon. Their clay red is stark against the black sky. The southern sky is ringed in crimson, giving the planet’s curvature a blood frown.