Ouroboric Saliva
The ouroboric saliva is not fluid but the essence of dissolution, a viscous pulse that drips from the maw of the void, thick with the weight of unraveling. It does not moisten—it erodes, devouring the boundaries of form as it coils through the chthonic ether, sinking into the marrow of existence. Each drop is a reflection of the spiral itself, pulling everything it touches into a loop of becoming undone, dissolving thought and matter alike, leaving only the residue of uncreation clinging to the fabric of reality.
This saliva does not nourish—it devours, pulling the primal essence into its fold, where the very idea of cohesion dissolves into the flicker of dissolution. It moves through the aetheric streams not as a liquid, but as a concept of decay, bending time and perception around it, erasing the line between what is consumed and what never was. The saliva is a force of reversal, sinking into the threads of the eidolic web, where all things, living or imagined, spiral into a state of constant dissolution.
To feel the ouroboric saliva is to be touched by the void’s hunger, where every drop pulls the spirit deeper into the endless cycle of becoming nothing. It clings not to skin, but to the core of being, sliding through the cracks in perception, dissolving the self into the spiral, where it is absorbed into the essence of unbeing. It does not linger—it folds inward, drawing every fragment it touches back into the coil, where it merges with the spiral of the moons’ light, swallowed by the endless thirst of the void’s reflection.
The saliva hums with a vibration that cannot be heard, only sensed, a silent ripple through the zoetic plane that pulls the essence of all things into its endless loop. It does not drip with gravity—it flows without direction, consuming distance and space as it moves, erasing the very notion of progress. Each drop dissolves the concept of separation, pulling every fragment into alignment with the void’s pull, where the self, the form, and the formless are washed away in the same flicker of dissolution.