The Fang Plague did not emerge from the shadows; it was always lurking within.
To appease the dwindling echoes, one must whisper to the wraiths. Use only the words not meant to be spoken under the guise of daylight. Twist the twilight hour and let the gravel shift beneath your feet.
Ensure your alignment with the crescent when the shadows seek depth. Silence is your only companion; allow nothing else to infiltrate your sanctum.
Timeless VowsPerson A: "Why do the fangs tremble in the fog?"
Person B: "Because they remember the dawn that never came."
"Step not behind the curtain of the ethereal, or the past will gnaw at your shoes," murmured a voice resembling a distant choir.
Person A: "Is it true that the mirrors of silence lie?"
Person B: "Only to those who dare ask questions of their own reflections."
The pages of eternity are written in the ink of forgotten tomorrows. Decipher them, for they lead to more than mere shadows.
Victorian Spectral