Grotesque Ritual

Whispers rise as shadows dance blithely, betrayal masked in fragrant smoke, unearthly alignments.

Collecting echoes of extinguished moons—your appetite for silence speaks volumes in the forgotten tongues.

As the serpent coils, each heartbeat ripples through distorted timelines, dreams breed inevitable chaos.

Untwist your mind; unravel the tangled threads, knowing glimmers flicker inside gloom.