The crumbling ashes of eons become embers in barren voids. Tick-tock echoes fade only to reemerge, taunting with their chilling silence.
A murmur wafts past the ancient gate released from yore's hollow core, bringing forth the stories left languishing.
The remnants of time pierce through veils, hushed by the abyss; forgotten places sing dirges of what they once held close, now spectral offerings on decrepit altars.
Serpent's Conundrum