In the weeping dark, where echoes of the ancients throng, lies a canvas woven with memories, breath of dreams lingering like whispers of lullabies forgotten, dancing through time's cradles.
Soft luminous orbs flicker, illuminating paths where spirits roam, the shadow of night cradles musings, entwined in phantom murmurs, shrouded by the wisdom of those who dared embrace the dusk.
Follow where the shadows beckon, step lightly upon woven veils, for each heartbeat reverberates with the songs of slumbering echoes, and the woven paths of eternity shimmer - they lead beyond the seen.
Whispers from Within Eddy of Time