Seeping through fractured panes, the flicker of unseen suns werespirits caught in webs of static electric mist. It foretells, they murmur within shadowy recesses, the dance of capricious wraiths.
Beneath turrets strewn with night’s dark velvet mantle, whispers intertwine gothic truths and digital phantasmagoria. Nowhere to escape, yet doors present futile leaps into the ubiquitous unknown mystery.
They balance softly upon trembling skeins spun of dust and echo, singing incantations of tomorrow's tanglings. Colors bleed, forming spectral pathways where obscured realities tease forgotten futures.
Within time's grasp, where gravestones glimmer with augmented memories, past admonitions recombine with soul’s synthesis. What light may luminesce their trajectory? The answer lies entwined in these glistening webs.