In the shadows where the twisted fables gather, I heard the silent cries of the void. An ominous note struck as the fog thickened, enveloping the stars in a cloak of heavy uncertainty.
Beneath the earth, the roots of ancient trees whisper secrets to one another, savoring the decay of forgotten hopes.
The chandeliers weep. Crystal tears cascading across faces of stone. Who dreams here in the spilling darkness? Whose fingers trace the lost letters in the dust of Kolitha?
A truth stretches, fragile and translucent, over the sleepy village ensconced in its perpetual night.