Echoes of the Lost

In a time before the shadows awoke, a fragment of light transcended the veil.

Here dwells the sorrow of forgotten dreams, unfurling like mist beneath a crescent moon.

Can you hear the lament of spirits tangled in silence,
the shadows weep for moments lost in vaporous fogs?

Fragments whisper of doors unopened, echoes dance upon the edges of perception.
Enough to make one's heart quaver.

Do you dare to traverse the chamber of echoes?

As the clock strikes thirteen, the memories clasp tighter, constricted by despair.
What remains when dawn breaks?

Whispers reach out, beckoning you toward the silence between breaths.

In the labyrinth of your fears, each turn reveals another fragment,
drowning within spectral layers of time.
Are we not curious echoes in this cosmos, yet unseen?