The Glooming Murk of His Telluric Shrieks

Lost in his silence, where the most malevolent threats lurk around, all of a sudden the pride became despair. Then, when he was caught by a sense of inexorable defeat before that boundless unknown, an impetuous spiral
Enshrouded his body, releasing the glooming murk of his telluric shrieks
Covered by an obscure blanket, he moved ahead through forests and oceans of feeblе dead stars. He was showcasing a bold impavid gait despitе being immersed in a baleful aura surrounded by sinister omens, which were looking forward to take shape any moment. “Adrift for eons, I aim for a perfect silence, vanished in stillness, undone in perfect quiescence.”