Hearken to the void; its symphonic whispers linger, etching notes across a canvas of darkness.
Skeletons of forgotten dreams perch in the rafters, hums echoing unheard – serenading the loners.
A clock ticks backward, unheeded by those who stay transfixed, caught in the eloquence
of a dirge destined never to end.
Dimmed lanterns sway in the afterglow of twisted specters,
shadows intermingle in a baleful dance—a ghostly waltz.
The skeletal fingers graze over ivory sin—yet the touch is none but air,
a remembrance of what never was.
Fragmented tales, echoes of unkind spirits,
traverse through marrow and void—a pilgrimage to silent halls.
Listen closely, or not at all, the decision rests with the void,
whose hymns remain forever, deliciously, fatalistic.
The eternal is but a breath away:
Explore further into the labyrinth or succumb to time's clasp.
Embrace the unuttered elegy, its chords undeniable—yet unreal,
Stride through echoing obelisks of freedom:
Discover another chapter.