Title Card: In the sepia haze of yesterday...
Lady Isolde: "Alas, the whispering winds of fate entwine my heart with shadows of days gone by, where dreams dance like specters upon the silver screen of eternity."
Count Vesper: "Sweet Isolde, with every tick of the relentless clock, my soul becomes a mere wisp of smoke upon the canvas of indelible moments."
The clock strikes thrice, echoing through the deserted halls, a solemn proclamation of time's merciless embrace. In this twilight realm, echoes ripple where the past waltzes with the unseen present.
Whispers | Visions