Shadows spoke in tongues tonight, weaving text across the void, kaleidoscopic whispers echoed in the glazed eyes of the nocturne. The moon swallowed secrets, one by one, in an endless spiral of stars collapsing upon themselves.
In ancient crypts, beneath the weight of centuries, unearthed were dreams long abandoned by light. Every sound stitched into the fabrics of darkness, an ominous hymn to the long-forgotten dance of shadows.
A single crow painted the dusk with despair, perched upon the fizzled glow of yesterday's promises. In the murmur, it sang of echoes that refuse to die, and the shackles of wings that bind the flightless.