Bobby
February 1, 2026 at 12:24:24 PM
Website:
hiraethbecomesastar.neocities.org
Hey, Nyscyra...
I am lone in this space, the god of this void of my creation,
Searching, wandering, endlessly, until
I saw a glimmer,
The light of your page shimmered and danced in my eye,
Beckoning me closer... asking, nay,
Telling me that my boundaries are of my own creation,
Another, like me floating endlessly,
Paths crossed by fate,
Shattering everything I know...
Or that I thought I knew,
I shed my skin
Leaving me a ghost, Truly free,
But I wonder, too, what the ghost of a god would be.
And can a dead god dream?
Forever yours, Robert.