In the hollow hall of twilight's embrace, the symphony of shadows whispers. I am but a whisper in the storm, a fleeting touch upon a soul displaced.
A cold wind carries the refrain of forgotten lullabies. Listen, if you dare, to the melody woven from threads of sorrow and grace.
Once, there were voices that sang beneath the surface, echoes of a world bathed in twilight. Now, their harmonies linger only where the shadows dance, a requiem unbroken by time.
Here, even silence speaks, but the words slip between the fingers of consciousness like grains of sand.
Echoes of the Unseen | Symphonies of the VoidSeek the places where the light dares not tread. For within the Grotto, every crevice bears witness to symphonies untold.