Midnight murmurs spin a web, weaving the heart of silent spectres.
Ink drips from unspoken words, carving runes upon the weft of dreams.
Ghostly whispers quiver beneath a fabric imbued with forgotten tears.
A girl in raven dresses with vacant eyes, she lost herself in stars.
Navigate the labyrinth of shadows, where light dares not to tread.
Oscillating in darkened corners, spectral figures gaze through time's window.
Hushed secrets in the clock's hollow voice, echoing through the twilight.
Mesmeric tales of a voiceless choir, singing to the dying embers.
The tapestry remembers—all that was, all that will not be.