In the beginning, there was void, the unyielding absence distilled in shades darker than night. Out of this, arose whispers—a pregnant pause pregnant with malevolence. When light was yet to know the world, what echoes, did the emptiness sing, but the inception of things unseen?
Upon the edges of reality, the primordial elements danced—a macabre ballet of fire, earth, water, and their estranged kin, air. Each step reverberated through the silence, crafting textures, weaving motives unknown.
From gnarled roots extending into oblivion, a lamenting wind carried tales of forgotten feasts and eternal winter. The wraiths of time linger, settling upon hills long kissed by the shadow of the unremorseful eclipse.
Watchers of this temporal labyrinth, hear their harrowing song sung by the ephemeral choir, murmuring secrets in languages curdling on the tip of madness.
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