Shadows whisper secrets to the weary traveler upon the wretched paths where moonlight dares not tread. Beyond the seen, where the eyes of the mundane close, a chilling symphony plays. Each note a dagger, each chord a lament echoing through the hollow musings of forgotten deities.
Here, where the fog coalesces into spectres of remorse, the veil parts. A shiver courses through the marrow of those who dare witness the unspoken truthsβthe shrines of black thorns awaiting the offerings of shattered souls. Stories etched in silence weave a tapestry, frayed and forlorn, across the empty expanse.
In the distant hollows, an eternity spins tales of the unseenβa realm tethered not to time nor the fragile grasp of reality. Embrace the dusk, let it cloak you in its velvet shroud, for beyond the seen lies the beginning of everything.