Timeless Questions

Among the stone-carved whispers of the ancient halls, the echoes murmur unsettling queries: What sings the Abyss? It is the serenade of lost souls, entwined in the embrace of moonlit shadows.

Within the heart of darkness, resides a flicker: The Candle of Morbid Curiosity. Does it beckon to the brave, or does it bind them, gently, with threads of silken dread?

Have you, under the pallid glow of a dying star, pondered the taste of forgotten whispers? Sweet as the nightingale's last song, bitter as the truth veiled behind ardent lies.