Beneath the arch of starless skies, the wind whispers curious secrets. 𓄔 𓂏 A lone raven perched upon the ebon brow sings dirges into the yonder.
The earth's heart beats in errant rhythms—an untuned lyre. 𓄓 𓁳 Memories of once-joyous revelries resonate, in shadows of candlelight flickers.
Here lie the secret tones made manifest—an unfathomable scroll of glyphs from the ancients, an echo caressed by moldering time. 𓊌 What relics speak from the dark, from the forgotten canyons of ethereal song?
— The eldritch whispers cry out! — From the cavernous halls of whispered truths and long-lost dirges, they ascend anew. 𓉏