(HOLD) Soulstive Fractured Echoes.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎WEIGHT OF SILENCE: 🫀🪽 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ PERSISTENT ASTRAY HOPE. STILL, LOST IN MIDST OF DRIFTING. &` PATH—BLUR DIM CONSTELLATIONS. Guided by instinct certainty emptiness hums louder wrapping around the heart like storm. A strange kind of resilience an unseen force that keeps the soul moving: “No Mercy.” Corridors of existence, tracing echoes where belonging once lingered. Neither Arriving Nor Departing, Fragments, @Soulstive. ✶