In the shadows of twisted tales, where every word lays heavy with the dust of forgotten realms, a fragmented truth slips through the cracks of time.
Do you hear the echoes? The soft whispers from centuries past that reverberate through the hollows of your mind? They weave a tapestry of stories untold, drenched in crimson and midnight blue.
The phantom lingers at the edge of reason (breathes between heartbeats). Eyes like fading stars, watching, waiting — in the maze of mind, where every thought has a shadow.