Beneath the ancient archways, where winds wail in the sorrowful intent of forgotten symphonies, echoes haunt the modest lantern glow, casting fleeting shadows upon broken hymnals. Here, carved in stone and silence, lies a gateway woven by whisper and woe.
These melodies—wept through time, bristled against silence's deceptive calm, encircled the heart like forgotten seashells betray whispers of past floods. Reach through veils of time's endless grasp, where spectral hands once danced with daylight's kiss.
Murmurings | Vault of EchoLow voices murmur in roulette of soul—guiding, beseeching, waiting. Reverie wistful, in juncture of light’s decay.