In the dimness, where silence reverberates, lies the clock whose hands have forgotten the dance of time.
Here, the whispered tales of ancients linger like ghosts in the haze, locked in moments unyielding and
still.
Amber thoughts lay scattered across the ages, encapsulating the sepulchral echoes of laughter that
intertwine with sobs—a symphony of shadows that waltzes across eternity. The clock ticks not for the
living, nor for the dead, but for the dreams suspended in its timeless embrace.
Echoes of Forgotten Souls
The Wraith's Lament
Labyrinthine Paths