Burning Core, the burning nucleus of a middle ground.
We nsegie the glow of a purple sphere just distinguishable beyond the brutmy brutma. Time seems to have lost the hours, subjugated by the mighty immobility of an unknown star, a gravitational center of a middle ground where day and night are confused in the transcendental light of dawn and sunsets. From its corrugated rocky crust, they make a diamond sparky breach that project a firmament of skies lost on once the crystal and rocks hemispherical. Thin turns and imperceptible burnt veins. In a world in the world, trapped between dimensional slopes, the perspective turns upside down and the star shines by returning the flame to its burning nucleus.