The clouds hide secrets beneath their fragile veil. Listen closely, for they murmur tales of lost souls and forgotten skies, painted with the blood of sunset, longing to be free.
Doodles etched in the margins, forgotten scripts, where the letters bleed into one another, forming shadows that dance on the fringes of reality.
Echoes of SilenceThere, among the ashen clouds, lies the hidden city of dreams, where light fractures upon the surface of eternity, and shadows wear crowns of mist. Here, the cries of the wind become poetry.
The Hidden CityIn the darkness of the depths, silence reigns, yet a whisper persists—a song of the abyss, calling forth the echoes of ancient tomorrows, where the sea folds into itself.
Glimmers of forgotten ink, doodles of crimson and ash, a testament to the chaos that binds the past to the infinite present.
Whispers of the VoidFrom the heart of the abyss, shadows emerge, carrying embered dreams upon their backs. Each step resonates with the weight of years, a rhythmic dirge for the lost.
The Ember Dirge