Moon Drowned in Dark Matter

About the work

Four folds cradle the universe’s circular narrative: the breath of nebulae draws in and releases the growth rings of light, while scales and feathers shed by spacetime weave new life amid increasing entropy. The pink moon is an enduring bruise left as the tides of consciousness recede. The stars shimmer, each glimmer a love letter of diamond fragments sent by a probability cloud to its observer; a spiral spins the void into a Möbius umbilical cord of light. Dark matter and moonlight dismantle and renew one another. Every measure finally curls into an amber of light, breathing an eternal spiral amid the tides of stardust.