Eternal Echoes

Within the umbral depths, the silence screamed. Beneath layers of shadow woven tight, Choked voices lingered, hushed yet piercing, Echoing forever in a void untouched by light.

Maren traversed the pathways of gloom, Seeking the unheard melodies of the lost. Her steps echoed against whispering walls, Canvas of darkness where all dreams had paused.

She had heard them, the stories of the echoes, Of souls entangled in skeins of midnight. Yet, she wandered with lantern dim, Unafraid, drawn ever deeper toward the heart of silent screams.

Every footfall was a question, unanswered, Each breath a promise, unfulfilled. Would she find the voice within the shadow, Or become yet another specter, lightless and voiceless, etching footsteps in the eternal dark?