Amidst the croaking shadows, whispers cascade like the flutter of ghostly wings sheathing an ethereal melody.
Fingers trace the winds softly entangling threadbare words—lost letters yearning for voice in the languid dusk.
Tread carefully, for the moonlit paths twist with echoes of untold requiems, midnight lullabies wrapped
in the smoky embrace of their whispered sighs. Each grain of the woven tapestry calls you in tender nightmares.
An eldritch portal yawns before you, gates entwined with thorned vines of ink, through which permeate
sepulchral songs enticing in their ancient prose.
Discover whether the hymn endures in lost verses tucked within cobwebbed tomes,
or dissolve in the shivering labyrinths where words unwound weep beneath the chains of sleep.