Faint traces... lost emotions swirl,
In corridors lined with hollow dreams.
Click to sync your soul: Here Lies The Key
Shadows intertwined with the moans of the forgotten. In these relics of darkness, laughter is the cry of the damned.
Beneath the crimson whispers, a pulse...
The old town clock halts at midnight, yet time spirals forward eternally in this realm
of mist and muted screams.
Take heed, wanderer, of dreams that become chains. The walls store regrets,
silently caressing the silent abyss.
Wings of specters disrupt the fragile air, delicately—devastatingly.
Seek not the grave in the hillside path. Instead, follow the echo:
Requiem of Echoes
A notebook uncovers itself, inkless pages vibrating, breathing out:
"When silence speaks,
It is the last breath of the weeping soul."
Passage Denied - A door, unanswered.