In the hollow noise of forgotten dreams, a specter whispered—its breath a caress of winter's chill. The dance began as shadows stretched, woven with horizonless whispers of ancient, forsaken lore. Each pirouette a spell; every heartbeat a resonance with the shrouded past we dared not unveil. Do you hear the echoes? They riddle your solitude, unraveling the tightly knotted tapestries of light.
Underneath the flickering gaze of a solitary flame, the dance hall filled with ominous silhouettes of ethereal beings. Eyes like starlit voids, gazing into eternity—a cadence relentless, binding, alluring. Step forward, if you must, for the threshold is thin, and every step within this sacred circle draws you deeper into the labyrinth of darkness.