Can you feel them? The whispers, they crash like waves upon the shore of sanity. Echoes of a bygone future cascade across restless minds!
Beneath each tick of the relentless clock, a story untold dances furtively. Italian spices mix curiously with reconsidered dreams. What fills the pages diagonally, whispers of tarnished ghosts or ink of distant constellations?
Beneath A Whisper... Midnight's Enchantment