"The last bell tolls at midnight," she whispered, tracing ethereal lines against the mist.

"No one here remembers who cast the first stone," murmured the shadow cloaked in velvet fog.

"In sleep, we found our truth," replied a voice from within the cathedral of fading stars.

"She walks between the grids of lost dimensions," a guttural voice booms, echoing through the void.

"Have you spoken to the mirrors today? They seem restless," he said, a hint of worry clinging to his thoughts.

"We must return before the dawn opens its malevolent eyes," she warned, her presence a silent storm.