ŦҰMIAИØX & skylar

void/abyss
eldritch poet billions of years in the making trapped with their thoughts & thoughts & thoughts & thoughts & thoughts & thoughts & thoughts & thoughts & thoughts

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I go by many names — ŦҰMIAИØX, Skylar, mother of all. I also do many things — write poetry that flirts with madness, make sounds that pretend to be music, and craft worlds of chaotic comfort.Welcome. Step inside and embrace the entropy that awaits.