Shadows whisper secrets amidst the crumbling towers. Who can fathom the weighty breath of the unseeable? Shadows stretch, a constant reminder of lurking dread and tender grace...
Do not gaze into the depths of despair, for the gestures of melancholia are signing their ethereal sonatas; delicacies contained within sigils, each curl not just a curve but a mind unspooled into the realm of nightmare.
Delve not too deep; the caverns hold essence ill-spoken. What stares back at you may be yourself reincarnate, asking fervently for release—or perhaps confinement? Which wheel turns?
Erased memories intersperse like snowflakes on a raven's wing. What equation captures the faintest whiff of love? The moon feels heavy tonight...