In the veil of night, footsteps echo along the cobblestoned path, where shadows blend and parted whispers unsettle the stillness. A dreamer wanders lost in thought, tracing the tales spun from silken threads of despair. They recall the flickering lanterns, beckoning with an unspoken dread beneath the void of the cosmos.
Thoughts twist like the gnarled branches clothed in spider silk, limbs reaching for a sky choked with starlight's absence. Eyes glazed with longing, the dreamer sees specters etched in silence; their screams muffled under layers of foreboding clouds. When does the journey begin? Or does it ever end?