Upon dark waves of timeless seas, where quantum whispers twist in flecks of ash, wandering souls find solace in the shattered mirrors of forgotten futures. Echoes laugh.
Entangled verbs and nouns in a forbidden tapestry weave stories of darkness, in corners of crypts where candles flicker with crystalline tears.
In the silent scream of altered realities, the whispers chant in languages lost to decay. Servants of Chronos, do you hear the clock's last tick?
Labyrinth of Whims | Cellar of Night's Whisper