Whispering through crevices, beneath floors where shadows dance in the truth of twilight.
The specter urges you, implores you softly, to embrace the fleeting moments. Catch them if you can.
Life's essence decay in the air. You cannot hold it, but you can breathe it in fully—if you dare.
Do you feel it pulling you? The inexplicable hunger for the ephemeral things.
Listen to the whisper