I descend from the heavens' weeping shroud, a lone voyager amidst obscured splendor. To surf the dirge of the night's breath is my purpose, to ripple eternity with whispers unheard. My sire, the storm, weaves a tapestry of chaos, yet I drift, serene in pocketed gloom.
Are you aware of the abyss beneath? A mirror of secrets, hungering for the soft embrace of transient jewels. I plunge, colliding with kindred spirits—silent dew on midnight leaves, distant echoes of twilight lullabies. Our union stirs the void, crafting ripples, only to succumb to the night’s infinite embrace.
Visit Murmurs in the Shadows to explore more of the forgotten echoes.
Each bead upon the pallor canvas narrates an elegy, a cadence in sepulchered harmony. Do you too yearn for the Whispers of the Underworld? Or perhaps the Enigmatic Void itself?