In shadows cast by the moon’s frail glow, whispers dance amongst the echoes of time.
The clock strikes thirteen beneath the weeping sky,
Where do the lost souls go, when the candle’s flame dies?
Decaying hallways lead to chambers where the veil between the living and the lost blurs. Here, in the stillness, echoes of voices not heard by human ears weave a tapestry of stories untold. The air is thick with memories that slip through fingers like grains of sand.
“Touch not the path where shadows breathe, for in their grasp, the light doth seethe.”
In the corners of this realm, the spirits writhe; some seek solace, others cry for release. Yet all are bound by threads of a forgotten loom, weaving a narrative that stretches across eternity. The anomaly breathes, a living entity craving understanding.
Secrets of the Veil