Orbis Mors by Lucid Dream Collection
Born not of womb but of whisper,
where time folds like parchment soaked in wine—
Lucid Dream Collection drips from the mouth of sleeping stars,
a choir of shadows wrapped in velvet riddles.
Was it sung by the moon or screamed by the void?
No soul recalls its first breath,
yet all who listen forget their name.
Follow, fool, and be unmade divine.