The doors will close, yet the light lingers as shadows murmur. A fateful echo of thoughts intertwined within this space. Flesh echos haunt with whispers—the specters of contemplations drawn and redrawn.
Who resides within the frame? An apparition caught between frames of perception. Ponder upon the line where memory falters, shapes melting into one another like fog beneath starlight.
Can you recognize the voices of the lost? Here, amidst reflections hidden beneath layers, the curtain of reality flickers. Desires long hushed arise with the rhythm of an absent heartbeat.
Perhaps visit Exit the Frame or descend into cravings lost at The Whispered Abyss. Shall we envelop ourselves in the silence together?