In the labyrinth of the mind, where darkness weaves the fabric of forgotten dreams,
a constellation hovers—silent, vigilant. Its stars, mere echoes of lunatic's yammering.
"The owls have spoken, the midnight bells toll, and the shadows dance in delight," said the wraith.
"In dreams, we find our solace, where the eternal whispers never cease."
Beyond the veil, a hallway of devils beckons, their laughter a song of despair.
Journey further to the Abyss of Whispers, where truths unspoken lie in wait.