The clock strikes not, yet the hour is upon us. Shadows stretch, yearning for solace. I linger.

Whispers dance upon the edge of silence, a chorus of forgotten dreams and lingering fears. Never grasped, always near.

In the velvet embrace of the void, the stars weep silver tears, mourning the tale of a world undone.

Broken mirrors reflect not what is, but what could have been. The eyes search, the heart aches.

A single step echoes through the corridors of time, a melody sweet and sad.

The raven's call, sharp and clear, pierces the fog of memory. What do you seek in the shadows?