In the crypt of ancient symphonies, where whispers converse with silence...
A cloaked figure walked the alleys between light and abyss, curious of the shadows lurking within unspoken dusk.
Nocturnes twisted like spirals of smoke, vanishing into the oblivion soon grasping Gaia's ajar threshold—
Chapter of Echo
Herein lies unforgotten fragments of a world, once consisting of unbroken Aeonic dance...
Where did this symphony-first-be-breathed? Sole contralto wrapped in silence bears dark's crescendo—
A rare chant staggers through pillared night, brooding what aeons have willed beneath their umbrae.
Have forgotten winds wafted the fragments scattering therein? Resounding mysteries this cavern yearns—
as fallen timbres reach through this lantern of worn verity, fragments turn aeon and dissolve insomuch...