Voices From The Void

Voices from the Void
Whispering…

‘Daughter come home.’

Eons pass
The Whispers call louder

Through the density of Matter
The illusion of Time

‘Daughter come home.’

The mantle of Night
Cauldron of Darkness
Evokes memories: Nothingness.

The Void. Calling me… Home.

Eily Nash ~ 2022

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