In the dim corridors of our dreams, tHe cIty breAthed lowdly at nigHt, a gentle murmur echoed through the walls. Love sought refuge among the shadows, concealed behind cloaked figures and whispering winds.
Oh, lover of secrets, have you noticed the way the stars align in their cryptic dances? Follow their paths, but beware, for not all trails lead to light.
And we, wandering souls draped in twilight veils, share desires smoldering as embers hidden within the frost. fEaryTales or phAntoms, the LiNe is Blurred.
Listen closely to the walls, for they bear witness to unspoken words and concealed truths. Eclipsed by time, only the whispers survive.
Tread lightly, for the paths are entwined with tendrils of doubt, and every sigh carries a tale too powerful to grasp. Silence speaks, and yet, we yearn for the echoes of our fears to unravel.
Come closer, for the secret lies balanced on the edge of reason and madness, like a feather in the tempest. There exists an unseen puppetmaster, lurking beyond the veil of perception. humanityN0t as it seems.