Littlest Brontides | cereseithne
Confinement
The superluminal interstellar magnetic structure has ruptured once more, its convoluted splinters sanctioned many of those who hold the belief of its unrelenting and cutting-edge magnificence. Just like the man in azure, well-informed of the forthcoming of this very day, and at long last, it has transpired. Being steered to a disparate and bygone time only to alter a fraction of his erroneous actions and flawed soul was the resolution he came up with to redefine who he was then. And perhaps, one thing will change. Yet, in hindsight, should he never gone?
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Littlest Brontides
PoetryAn anthology tackling the cosmic baffling collision of societal conditions and the incalculable prejudices and other musings coming as littlest brontides with a hope that their low rumbles may find their ways to you. Always and forever, Ceres Eithne
