Shadows of despair dance like wraiths across the periphery, moldy memories clinging to vitality. The gibbering hearts of creatures unseen beat a rhythm, whispering secrets caught in the void between the stars.
As footsteps fall upon the alien shore, an echo resounds, a reminder that the depths contain eyes that pry, probing flesh with unspoken inscriptions inscribed in the darkwood.
In the exterior echoes, lies a mind unmoored; grasping for fleeting dreams tattered and intertwined. Do they know of the face beneath?
An abyss awakens as we delve deeper into this fractured reverie; the certainty of the past cresting like an unwelcome wave. What awaits in the valleys besieged by twilight?