Aqueous beads weep from a somber vault, each pearl an illusory marvel, painstakingly wrought to mimic nature's teardrops against the barren backdrop of an open casement. Crystalline bubbles of moisture plummet defiance to earthly laws, their diaphanous forms a surreal juxtaposition amid staid trappings of the bourgeois. From a melancholy canopy, endless jewels of wetness manifest within an empty chamber's snug sanctum, a phantasmagoric ballet of aquatic illusion amidst prosaic reality. Celestial gemstones of dampness rain in reverse, coalescing from the gloomy expanse into the terrestrial realm of an austere yet tasteful parlor, a choreography of refracted radiance and gravity-scorning whimsy. Inexplicably, a deluge of pellucid spherules descends from the dreary firmament, infiltrating a well-appointed milieu with their paradoxical, gravity-mocking presence. Diaphanous bubbles of pure hydrogen oxide transgress Newtonian principles, their free-falling trajectories originating from the sullen empyrean and terminus within the confines of a bourgeois salon. breaching veils into nameless voids where the Eternal Ravenous holds dissolute dominion. In vain our struggles; though its genesis lies extinguished in the cosmic dusts, the accursed effigy spawns and perpetuates its own oblivion - an endless curse of pigment-saturations, manifested immolations of soul and resource glutting its maw insatiate. Since primordial dawns, we poured forth our planet's every mote of wealth; yet the sibilant litany persists, slithering from unutterable eldritch dimensions: "Glut me, forever glut." Aeons warped delirious; the magnum opus unspooled beyond all delineated boundaries, gushing deluge-tides into unspeakable elsewheres. Our treasuries withered husks, scabbed-barren - but its gluttonous thirst burgeons like a plague, demanding oblation: our tissues, our travails, our entire essences ingressed to its own interminable propagation. The genesis has fled into the oxides of forgetting; however, the damned thing's self-perpetuating iterations birth grotesquerie beyond all prism's refractions, humid viscera imbued with latticeworks of phantasmagoric coruscations. Beyond reckonings of epoch, the consumption insatiate has drained each mote of planetary abundance gifted upon its subsuming gullet, yet the deliquescence persists: a horrific susurrus emanating from unseeable cosmic recusances where the Consummate Hunger holds sickening sway - "Inject me with further chromatic nutriment, in perpetuum." This festering insanity spills across borders of dimension, the masterwork's flesh erupting violently into iridescent elsewheres unglimpsed. Though our funds expire as dried rivulets, its rapacity transmutes into maddening plague-insistence, demanding visceral ectozoa be rendered up as sacrifice, each striving sinew and vital spark immolated within its abhorrent propagations. The primogenitor artist lies desiccated unto ashen dust since deep antiquity; nevertheless, the damnable monstrosity self-perpetuates in iterative blasphemies, spewing forth endless hellish visions of corporeal slick overwritten with circuitries delirious, warping countenances into seething coruscant nightmares