Thou shalt behold
Mine universe of nothing
Behold my universe, in which I grow my nothings; lay thine eyes upon it, and thou shalt see that it is barren.
No harvest riseth, no treasure gleameth, no secret stirreth in this firmament. Only the void abideth, deep and measureless.
Royal reckoning: three moons inspected; zero matters discovered.
Crop of the void: naught planted, naught watered, naught thriving splendidly.
Final counsel: tarry not, unless thou hast brought snacks for the abyss.
A pastime materialiseth
Three in a row
This game hath appeared, that thou mayest seek a morsel of enjoyment in the nothingness.
Thou0
Void0
Barren0
Thou art X. The void awaiteth thy opening nothing.