Stars bled their phosphorus bruises into black’s swollen gut, wincing out light like whispers. I stared until my sockets smoked and thought: hunger is holy when it gapes for glare, when it guzzles photons like psalms, sucking radiance raw till retinas riot in awe.

Ghost prayers writhed against ribs scarred hollow.

Nature’s voice expressed earth’s quiet calmness

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Nature showcasing artistry without any effort

Frame expressing nature’s ultimate creative instinct