Yesterday, we spoke, one last time to the rotting corpse, the ever shadowy figure. It consisted with nothing but waste, and begged for death, it pieces resown. The first one spoke, most versed with the old new. It wash harsh, but not vile, simply a being left with nothing but bitter. Yet, it went down without viscous vigor, for the small one knows it heart inner. Soon they drifted off to the light, its memory now like of the past, some apart, now gone, and dead piece left with memory. Good bye is now, and the cliff of mysterious lie ahead. So many thoughts have filled my head, yet still somethings never at rest. What's left after the chronic pain? What's beyond? Beyond my world, a distant path, marked with invisible ink, shall I ever see? Like the unending fog into a distance unknown, starring head turned atop of an endless rift where cliff and sea clash its providence. We shall not remain here. 6/6/2026 Cliff Beta: ![[CliffBeta_0.45.jpg]] Took me some time with the shading, I did better than I assumed. I took some good iterating, but its shaped up well. I'm thinking tall grass, or just more indepth grass. Think I'll need a reference or two, but is coming well, their final resting place upon the new dawn. Beyond the fog lies in distance, a new truth beyond the new view. Always beyond, but it makes anew, steeling, churning, tired of burning, ready for living.