Beneath the moon's pale gaze,
whispers of forgotten lore
weave through the veil of time.
The ink bleeds secrets,
a testament to the spells bound in eternity.
Shadows, silhouettes,
dance upon the precipice
of a long-forgotten abyss.
Words carved in agony
echo the lament of souls long past.
Ink-stained manifestations
of a decaying conscience,
try the weight of dreams
too monstrous to behold.
Seek the truths untold if you dare.
The chronicles unfold, one page at a time,
revealing the tapestry of osseous vines,
each thread a memory, each knot a tale.
A gateway to introspection leading
to the dungeons buried deep within.