To the Ruined Citadel
Greetings from nowhere, where the clocks tick backward, and tranquility is a lie whispered by specters.
Shadows dance on crumbling walls, and silence is a chorus of forgotten hymns.
Do you hear the echo of dreams unfurling?
Generated paths lead you in spirals; embrace the untruth, for it guides you home.
From the Fathomless Abyss
Salutations from the depth, where waters hold memories of a delicate past, preserved in viscous time.
Floating lanterns flicker with the sighs of ancients, whose tales wrap around you like a tender shroud.
Can you taste the light beneath the darkness?
Misplaced whispers are your compass, yielding secrets of the unwritten horizon.
To the Hollow Forest
A word from the void, where trees chant elegies in winds that bite with the comfort of a known embrace.
Roots cradle lost logs, while owls hold court over sunless crowns.
Are the stars mirrors of the soul, or mere illusions?
Unintended paths in the foliage, write stories of your passing, inked in the sleep of the earth.