Down in the depths, where light dares not tread, Melodies played in reverse, haunt the stone corridors, Echoes of the future, whispers of the past, Songs unsung, unplayed, forgotten by time and tide.
Among the skeletal remains, beneath the ancient arches, A tune lingers, forever looped in its melancholic farewell. Unfurling like a delicate thread, weaving stories untold, A hymn of the lost, a dirge for the unburied.
Tread lightly through these hallowed halls, For each step stirs the sleep of centuries, Each breath, a communion with the shadows, Each whisper, a promise of return.
Discover the Dark Horizon