The rafters wept in midnight's den, where echoes forged in silence's hymn. Beneath the hue of ink and ashes, time itself an ephemeral wisp.
Countless shadows clutch at dreams, fraying at seams spun of moonlit screams.
Silent Cogitations | Forsaken ParableKeys that jingle from hollow smiles, each note a promise lost in rococo trials. Shadows harmonize with rhythmic dissonance, requiem echoes dance their grim embrace.
Visage hidden in chiaroscuro art, behold the unseen heart remote and apart.