"In a world painted with dusk, shadows oscillate at the boundaries of sight. They hold whispers—dialogues of the departed mingling with the twilight winds."
"An abandoned house waits. Its walls, clock-like, tick irregularly, counting the lost seconds since life danced through its halls, suspended in skeletal amber."
"Long is the respite of echoes, short the cease of their reverberations. They cling, seeking life in the memory of flesh and warmth. Yet, the embers glow cold."