Stirrings within the shades, whispers carry echoes
The pulse of foreign lands, shrouded beneath veils of mist
The lock does not bind; it is but a sentinel,
Guarding slips of forgotten paths in the night,
Where shadows speak in murmur and refrain.
Listen.
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Traverse the Tunnels | Dialogues with the Abyss
Decode the sound — erect sigils in silence,
The moon drips ink over parchment,
Through which the stars align in nebulous script.
Fate hungers, ebon digits pressing toward horizons,
When lanterns blink out, we are left with shadows.'
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