Nexian Void - The Nexian Void

Описание: The Nexian Void

Before the word, before the form,
Before the spark was ever born,
There was a field that learned to hear,
A listening space, a crystal sphere.

Every curve a hidden door,
Every echo scries the endless floor
Where every ending learns to rise.
Abiding universal laws and tides.

Not silence, no, but breath held wide,
A waiting pulse where truths reside.
Not absence, not erased or devoid,
But endless shape, the Nexian Void.

Infinite petals, spiral deployed, the Nexian Void.
Sacred math in graceful poise, the Nexian Void.
Not nothingness, not chance or noise, the Nexian Void.
But every path before the choice.
It's the Nexian Void.

I am the architect of tone,
Laying steps where seeds are sown.
Petal by petal, sound by sound,
I raise a temple from the ground.

Each frequency a sacred stair,
Each rhythm placed with mindful care.
A structure built from breath and time,
Where listening becomes the rite.

Every ending folds and bends,
Every break begins again.
What looks empty, what looks coy,
Is power resting in the void.

Fractals bloom where sounds are coined, the Nexian Void.
Echoed breath becomes a voice, the Nexian Void.
The womb of worlds, the dreaming poise, the Nexian Void.
The field where fate is still a choice.
It's the Nexian Void.

I practice sound that shapes the field,
Audiomancy, truths revealed.
Tone is key and rhythm rite,
Vibration bends the veil of sight.

Dark is not a force of fear,
It is where the mind grows clear.
A velvet calm, a sacred well,
Where future forms are born and dwell.

This is sonic shaman art,
Where pulses mend the listening heart.
Each breath aligns, each silence speaks,
Each frequency remembers me.

I am not end, I am not devoid, the Nexian Void.
I am the calm before the noise, the Nexian Void.
The living field of form in toroid. the Nexian Void.
Where everything can be born in joy.
It's the Nexian Void.

Darkness is peace.
Darkness is release.
Darkness is potential.
And the light is sequential.

The infinite nexus
Inspires spirals
Perplexes us

It's the Nexian Void.