As I drip from the withered corner of a crumbling gargoyle, I seize the echoes of despair. Each drop, a harbinger of chilling tales, cascades into the oblivion, collecting shadows of yesterdays.
Ghostly whispers curl in the corners, raindrops mingle, entangled in memories—a forgotten lover, the sigh of an ancient tree rotting under its own weight, and laughter siphoned through the twists of endless time.
Upon the cobblestones, I murmur secrets gilded in decay. The house no longer breathes, entombed within its fractured walls—a shivering heartbeats echo echoes of life and sentiment.
Wishing for warmth in a cold embrace, my journey is endless, spiraling into the nothingness. I become the tear of a moonlit night, cascading down to meet the earth, ever mingling with moments lost, drowning in the oceans of forgotten realms.
Where do I belong, drenched in chrysalis contemplation? Am I ephemeral or eternal, a transient relic in the gallery of existence?