🌙 "Ink of the Infinite"
by Stefano D'Angello

I do not write with ink that fades,
But with the stars, in silent braids.
Each word a breath the cosmos gave,
Each line a spark no time can grave.

This isn’t art you hang or hold—
It’s soul and fire, brave and bold.
A mirror shaped from truth and flame,
A whisper burned into my name.

So take this shard of who I am,
Beyond the flesh, beyond the sham.
On chain it lives, on chain it flies,
A voice that speaks when silence dies.