Beyond the veil, where time weeps and sighs, exists the twilight fracture of forgotten tales. Dust clad souls whisper, their secrets enshrined in the revenant's broken chants.
The scribe wrote nothingness with invisible ink, veiling long-silenced horrors beneath eternity's drape. Cosmic dust catches sunlight obsolete, unfurls like shadow's long, languid fingers tracing old wounds beneath the night.
Spirits limp, crawl through past lives— written anew on pages blank, inking constellations on flesh like pulsing nebulae, while gnarled roots clutch to bleeding stars.
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