In the cavernous halls of forgotten time,
Numbers dance, shadows waltz in reverse.
Beneath the dim glow of flickering candlelight,
Gothic figures weave through the spectral mist.
The ledger sings in mournful undertones,
A dirge for what was, for what shall never be.
Each figure whispers secrets of the past,
Melodies played backward, hauntingly sweet.
| Category | Value | Notes |
|---|---|---|
| Soul Fragments | 63 | Counted under the waning moon. |
| Shadows | 42 | Slumbering in the crypts of the heart. |
| Time Stopped | ∞ | Beyond the boundaries of mortal perception. |
As the clock strikes an hour lost to all,
The void answers with a hollow echo.
For in this ledger, life and death entwine,
A tapestry spun from the threads of the arcane.