In chambers forgotten by time, where whispers coil around shadowy specters, pages unravel into glyphs of barren knowledge. These journals—wrapped in ever fading silk—sing songs of epochs unlived, realms marked only by mist and absent stars.
This ethereal parchment reveals layers unfurled by midnight chasms:
"and thus, kneeling before the manifold shadows, the hollow-eyed dreamers beseech the silent wind."
Desolate longing reverberates amidst echoes of ghostly laughter, suspended as if entrapped by unseen strings, their intertwined fates breathing together, forever apart. The bound spirits of yore, once tethered to fleeting realms, mourn the illusory light of an uncarven dawn.
Each line etched within the aether is a testament to the souls’ yearning, sculpted by hands unseen and carved into night’s dense wood. The incantations of a time unwritten are whispered just beyond the veil, tracing the borders of mortal perception.
Fleeting Halcyon