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A shadow cat in the void, her paws hold the sky, No face, no mercy, just a hollow black eye. Stars scatter like ashes, caught in her grip, She’s the end and beginning, the tightening slip. Faceless goddess with teeth grill Gr!llz, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Her armor whispers, black as the night, The weight of creation, a terrible might. Fingers poised to crush what she gave, A cradle to dust, a galaxy’s grave. Twinkling stars in the chaos behind, Colorful daggers in the blackest mind. A camera’s gaze, locked, divine— Level with power, destruction entwined. Faceless goddess, dressed to kill, A fur-lined queen in a cosmic still. She births and burns, she turns the tide, With a universe dying inside. Wide and sharp, every detail sings, The dark-turqoise and orange light bends low as the final bell rings. She holds it close, her masterpiece undone, A faceless goddess, eclipsing the Backlit backlight sun.