Cosmic Crossroads Devils deal

Starlanes tore apart above a crossroads made of dust,

Four glowing paths unfolding like a map I couldn’t trust.

The silence held its breath the way a predator might wait,

And a low vibration warned me something old could alter fate.

A pulse began to rise,

Blurring edges in the skies.

Dust bent backward, thin and wise—

Like time had stopped to supervise.

At the cosmic crossroads, shadows kneel,

Where something waits with a truth surreal.

A voice from nowhere made an offer ideal—

Wrapped in calm like a perfect deal.

Light folded inward, taking shape without a frame,

A figure shifting softly as if sculpted out of flame.

Eyes not made for seeing stared directly into me,

Reflecting every memory I tried hard not to be.

Its whisper curled around my spine,

Smooth as wind through coralline.

Promising what could be mine—

For a cost I couldn’t define.

At the cosmic crossroads, shadows kneel,

And the void leans close with polished zeal.

It told me fate was a turning wheel—

And it could forge me something real.

[Bridge] – The Devil’s Offer

It offered me a future carved in starlight sharp and clear,

A path where every step erased the echoes of my fear.

Said it’d shift the universe to set my burdens right,

Reshape the threads behind me and rewrite my lost nights.

But deals feel different when the quiet pulls you near,

When every gain is measured by the things that disappear.

I felt the tremor in the choice it tried to seal,

A truth beneath the offer I was never meant to feel.

At the cosmic crossroads, shadows kneel,

And temptation hums like a spinning reel.

I turned away from the star-lit appeal—

Leaving dust to swallow the Devil’s spiel.

As I walked, the light collapsed behind me with a sigh,

A warning in the dark that bargains never truly die.

But still I kept my stride upon that fractured, glowing seal—

Knowing someday I might return… if the void repeats the deal.