Once, there was a whisper, hollow and echoing, in the caverns of forgotten dreams. Lurking, waiting—an eterni̷ty. Time fractured, its pieces scattered like autumn leaves upon a desolate moor.
V̶o̵id ̀g̷apes, and senses dulled. Shadows dance in the absence of light, where spectral forms caress the cold stone walls. No hope, no łączność to the surface.
Through the mist of obscurity, a throne overgrown with doom. ̶A̛bandonment becomes a ͝f̢ruitful feast for the eye, for the m̛ind.