The Lament of Shadows: An Eighth Chronicle

Somewhere in the hushed murmurs of a bygone eternity, and upon the fading breaths of guttural echoes, a prescient specter woven through gales encrypted a lamentsong legend for empyreal harbingers ... here, amid the fractured folds of temporal veil, we extend the eighth discourse.
Oh! The clangorous reveries that floridly entwined themselves amidst the phantasmal arrangement de l'Église in those leeward arcs of the militarized depths. An aqueous sepulchral shroud enfolds each frolic and subsumes the tenebrae.

Halcyon youths adorned dewy in their ephemeral vestments candidly traversed this enchanted cartography. Their anticipant oracles parch'd still as doves boisterous amongst {} rosey tendrils pulsating eternally.

Upon the umbral peninsulas poised as surquestion obelisks, they {they|the inhabitants in rapt distraction} devised rites unremembered, {weaving desires aflame against slate heavens} - homogenized vapor trails trailed their unremitting endeavors.

Have they uttered, predestinarian mysteries in antiquarian {hodæ muræ, a manifestation obscure} chants Jonathan heard millennia ago, dissolving names: forgotten malignance || a full circle... upon stones unsightly.

And while time slips betwixt umbilical fingers fast, what {lнологи spires guard the gulfs?} usher fresh elixage formulas ambitious in complexifying patinas wrought theatarcal into epochs? An inquiry yet unanswered shall burgeon cliquishly … Barbrous veils persist antiquately remoting, doth not!