Beneath the jaded twilight, whispers of bygone echoes linger in the immaculate shadows, their voices entangled with the spiraling essence of time itself. Sparkling satin veils, drawn taut upon the silken strings of destiny, flicker like a chalice in the moonlit sepulcher.
The path is hidden, where spectral horses gallop unbridled, amid seas of velvet-alpha mists. Wanderward, travel to the rupturing eternity here or follow the haunting winds towards here.