The orchestra of shadows played on that fateful night, unseen yet profoundly heard. A cacophony of untold stories drifted through the ether, binding souls to fates unknown.
Chapters unwritten, words etched in the silence of the void; they sing a mournful tune, echoing in the corridors of time.
Amongst the ebony trees, the text appeared—faint and flickering like a dying flame. There, spectral melodies danced upon the mist, crafting verses in the twilight.
The clock chimed thirteen, a signal for the forgotten to arise and the unwritten to unfold.
Eternal Echoes The Dark Forge Abyssal Chants