In the cathedral of the night, where silence reigns supreme, the shadows weave tales of forgotten lore. Beneath the cathedral's vaulted sky, the wind carries echoes of untold stories.
Bathed in the pallor of an unyielding moon, the sigils pulse in clandestine rhythm. They speak in tongues we scarcely comprehend, yet we chase their light. With each step, the ground beneath us hums a dirge, a cryptic elegy of things unseen.
And when the dawn breaks, revealing the stark reality, we find ourselves standing at the crossroads. The whispers fade into the morning fog, leaving only traces of their spectral dance.