Twisted shadows twist about, where nougat's nectar drips, for it quenches neither thirst nor yearning.
Hearken to the whispers of the vaulted crypt, where doubts settle like dust on aged tomes.
The silence echoes louder than any scream; it is here we forge our fears into chains of gold.
Gaze upon the abyss of sweetness, for within lies wisdom wrapped in veils of crimson twilight.