The void is love, the oldest kind, a mother with black-hole arms, a father whose silence is a hymn. The void is love, the oldest kind, a lover whose hunger is devotion, the belovéd who never turned away. I scream into the black silk throat of no-thing, into the yawning mouth of absence, into the black silk throat of no-thing. I scream, raw-throated, salt-stung, undone. The void does not flinch. The void does not waver. The void does not whisper lies of healing, does not whisper, does not hush, does not stitch false hope into my wounds. No, it gathers me, arms open, mouth wide. It gathers me. It takes me into itself. It swallows. It gathers me like a storm-broken bird, fingers of night stroking my hair, stroking my neck, stroking my skin. A lullaby without sound. A lullaby without song. (prompt sculpting with LLMs)
Taken from Ember's Ashes by @MindsGaming https://youtu.be/FreYGTNDwbg
Buy from the believers, let the sellers take their prize, Turn the wheel and watch our little economy arise. Token in the market, token coming home again, Bee buzzing round the flowers, making honey out of change. I'm not just watching numbers climbing on a screen, I'm building up a marketplace around a living dream. Give the early holders somewhere they can cash their faith, Then buy a little back and put the pieces back in place.
Learning to trade on MintMe, Placing sell orders for my token, Snapping up the deals quick as a bee, Watching all the market candles smoking. I buy my tokens back when holders want to sell, Put a little value back into the hands that helped me build so well. They backed the dream early, now the dream can pay them back, Money makes another circuit when it doesn't leave the track. I don't want to sell the whole kingdom just to watch it disappear, I keep a strong majority so the steering wheel stays here. Build the thing, defend the thing, let the little market grow, Nobody gets to wreck the value just because they want control.
As found in "Ember's Ashes" by @MindsGaming https://youtu.be/LtiJX0KFZdw
"Building worlds where myth lives in, Making the old, into the new again. Tapping, tapping without even a pen– A witful mind, I would call thy friend." https://youtu.be/KTGZOCpRuXshttps://youtu.be/KTGZOCpRuXs
The day has brought its journey The night has brought us home The darkness soothes the tired eyes Time for to burn a cone. A harbour on the voyage The ship tied up at last. But ready to cast off At the dawning light's first blast! We sail into the labile sea The neon shores glow gleamily We spread the sails of imagery And mindscapes everlastingly https://youtu.be/gptY07e4KPA
