Etched between shadows and dreams, whispering incantations of the unknown.
A tenuous bond, the strands of space-time partially eclipsed, twirling pirouettes in cosmic dance.
Fragments of absent existence push through the veil.
Whispers linger in corridors unseen, daubed with the fingerprints of time.
A vase toppling as the feeling of presence recedes. Spatial evidence gathering in solemn pact.
The tapestry unfurls across all senses, steeped in hues of azure blue. Words clang like ancient bells.
Inhale the Peals of Mortality