In the heart of an entropic skyline, where the sun dared not cast its grace, there was a whispering shadow. The light, once radiant, fractured into whispers, spilling over the forgotten alleys like a velvet shroud draped over unsung stories.
A seething echo resided within the cracked bastions of ages past. Beacons flickered long after their candles had extinguished, clinging to a ghostly ether. Those who walked under such frail luminescence felt a kinship with the decay: a slow dance of impermanence.
Beyond the Crumbling Walls spoke a voice unheard, calling unto the wanderers lost in reverie. Darkness, familiar as an old friend, beckoned.
In time, the illuminated fragments would settle, silent guardians of the forgotten light. Resonances of their presence lingered still, weaving tales through the void.
Faded Gleams within the hollow spaces told of stories that thrived beyond the boundaries of time and reason.