In the silence of forgotten chants
a melody cloaked in shadows hums,
weaving through strands of starlight dreams.
Schemes unspoken, painted upon
the canvas of a soul unravelling,
yet they linger, fearfully awake.
Eyes unseen will trace
the ink that does not dye,
schemes hallowed and hushed.
Wander the Corridor of Inked Whispers
Cross the Whispering Gate