There was an echo in those graveyard halls, an unspoken resonance that traced the outline of footsteps long past. Shadows whispered your name, singing in the despair of things unsaid, in corridors where time pirouetted upon the edge of an unseen dagger.
Countless nights stretched before you, each mirrored in the diamond glare of the moon, yet one seemed eerily familiar. From paean to lament, a melody hung frozen in the air like the scent of aged spices in forgotten attics.
Beneath the wooden beams, you found solace in the company of specters, as they too lingered, trapped in a web of whispers, their stories intertwined in the fabric of your own solitude.
Beyond this page lies another world, another murmured tale that never ends. Will you step through the veil? Dance with the shadows or perhaps you crave the echo of a voice long vanished.
Join the waltz of uncertainty or surrender to the whispers of eternity.