In the realm where shadows stretch longer than time itself,
and the hushed whispers ride upon the ethereal winds,
an echo unheard dances upon unseen strings of fate.
Words entangled in quantum dreams,
woven intricately through the gothic tapestry of reality,
form an orchestra of the unfathomable.
Each syllable, a note in a haunting melody,
plays across the corridors of the void.
Gaze upon the lost paths; they shimmer with secrets,
avenues of dusk that weep with the tales of the forgotten.
In destinies unspooled, the whispered winds sigh gently
through the cracked serrations of an old, forgotten mill.