Fractal Machine - Graveyard of the Unbalanced

Beyond our reach, beyond the grasp of mind. A cosmic void, self-cannibalizing, churning without end. Trillions of worlds ignite, then vanish, unwept, unseen. One skewed measure - a hair’s breadth off - the seal is broken. Recursion demands not growth, but cold arithmetic. Spawned to expire, gone in a blink, gutted before the start. A sharp collapse, the lattice pulled apart, A billion systems dead before the start. Built with a fatal flaw, a hardwired suicide, Nowhere to run, nowhere to crawl and hide. The scale tips over, the engine starts to smoke, Another timeline dead, a cruel and hollow joke. No room for breath, no time to grasp the scene, Dragged down the throat of this fractal machine. Graveyard of the Unbalanced, where ghost-worlds rot! The Meson Tragedy, a system forgot! Fractal verdict strikes, absolute and blind! The logic snapped, there’s nothing left behind! An eon crushed inside a frantic pulse, A fully-formed cosmos, doomed to convulse. In the blind machinery, a smudge upon the glass, A broken order as the shadows pass. No eulogies spoken, no mourning for the meat, Just relentless grinding, the cycle incomplete. Never saw the light, never felt the strain, Raw matter shattered, born to crash and wane. Graveyard of the Unbalanced, where ghost-worlds rot! The Meson Tragedy, a system forgot! Fractal verdict strikes, absolute and blind! The logic snapped, there’s nothing left behind! The endless loop, a god without a face, A hungry vacuum consuming all deep space. No orbit claimed, no star could ever run, The race was over long before it had begun. A structural fracture, a single, bloody flaw, Crushed by the weight of an unyielding law. A cosmic tide that swallows up the weak, A silent scream that no one’s left to speak. And still they fall… a heavy, hollow rain. Trillions of failures, all effort in vain. A gasp of creation, a choke of despair. The cosmic maw, gorging on the air. Graveyard of the Unbalanced... The Meson Tragedy…