Within the echoing caverns of your mind, a whisper calls. It is not of your choosing, yet it weaves through the fabric of midnight like a ghostly thread through an ancient loom. Shadows dance upon the walls, and the air is thick with untold stories, waiting to be exhumed by the light of day.
Once, these reverberations filled a room vibrant with life, laughter lost to the passage of time. Now, they linger in silence, a requiem for unsung souls who wandered the labyrinth of their own desires, seeking solace in the unseen.
Whispers in the Dark Phantom Lullabies