of this echoing abyss, where voices murmur amidst
the luminous glow of unseen creatures. The air shimmers,
thick with whispers unspoken, tracing tendrils of glinting
emerald over the void. You sense their gaze, cool and distant,
yet curiously inviting, seducing you further into the depths.
The arches of forgotten chapels cradle the moonlight creeping in,
casting skeletal patterns upon the ancient stones, which sigh softly
as the hour grows tender. Here, silence reverberates in shades of crystal
and ebon, unbroken except by the call of a distant crow,
echoing through the twilight in a song that fades beneath
the bioluminescent glow.
Do you hear it, the infinite catchphrase of time?
Echoes that sway like
moons adrift in a velvet sea? They murmur secrets old as
stone, threads spun of reality and dreams,
stretching to the edge of
reason. Stand still and listen, if you dare.