Like the lunar call across submerged graves,
a voice
that slipped
into the eternal silence and never.
Beneath moonlight’s feeble glimmer, the shores are haunted
by wretched riddles asking for breaths long forsaken.
She walked, though…
Her steps whispered a tale only known to…
Breaking waves caress old memories,
reminders that danced once in daylight, unseen now.
Do you hear the tide's unending story?
Come, drift with us, through never-ending shades
where the light...
Hearken to the final echoes. The deep water calls,
yet ripples fade like dreams as morning breaks over defiled truths.
Embrace the shroud of memories:
Nocturnal Murmurs,
Fading Echo,
Devil Knot Trace.