Ciphers murmuring through the ether...
An unsung harmony echoes, reverberates, then fades.
Voices of the abyss: we are, we were, we will...
In the hollowed chambers of a forgotten cathedral, a lone figure weeps, cradled by shadows. Her name lost in the ninth circle of whispers as an echo of eternity.
Within the abyss, signals unravel and weave—disjointed and cryptic. Frequencies, like lost souls, search for resonance.
Once, twice, thrice—a whisper calls from behind the veil. The mournful sound of the church bell tolling at the witching hour. Its ninth chime reverberates, summoning the specters of time.
The wind carries the tales of forgotten stars, their flickering messages tangled in a web of dark and cold silence...