Descend into the coil where whispers of forsaken realms reverberate noiselessly. Here lies the heart, entangled, consumed by its own relentless hunger. Each silent pulse a reminder, each flicker of energy a prelude to unspoken horrors. Continue deeper.

Echos of untold tales forge corridors of noir, where light dares not beckon.

Seek solace in the unseen machinations of power, where the ugliest truth writhes beneath, an unseen leviathan anchored to each transient soul. Reveal more.

Yet, beneath all, lies serenity in chaos, a stillness in voracity.