In the dank corridors of memory, where shadows breathe, they forge the silent cries of longing.
The cold embrace of and intertwined with the limbs of forgotten entities.
Listen closely, the humming whispers like shattered glass – the chimera of desire walks among us.
Each heartbeat echoes beneath layers of time; a requiem for the unreal.
What do you see when darkness dances with shards of light?
Whispers of the Iron lead to an unfathomable abyss.
Will you join the waltz of ephemeral forms? Or let it swallow the shards of your sanity?
Dare to tread on bladed memories,
llink to the depths?
Echoes of Infinity.
Fingers trace the contours of futures, forged in metal and ice.
The realm of liminality descends, where no heart remains unscathed.