The Whispering Shadows
In the dim corridor of the moonlit room, shadows speak in hushed tones, confessing secrets only they know...
In the dim corridor of the moonlit room, shadows speak in hushed tones, confessing secrets only they know...
Strings stretch across forgotten dreams, attached to puppet souls that dance beneath the grinning moon...
Ticking in the hollow of the night, a heart made of brass and dreams beats with the rhythm of forgotten tales...