Beneath the hallowed arches where moonlight dares not cross, the echoes whisper dubious rhymes. From chambers long abandoned, shadowy verve desires to get caught—only to reveal the tales of a hollow chase.
Within these maze-woven dreams, shall you hear the lament of eternal chase? Decipher only those reflections scrawled against the mist, in quaint oblivion known not to none.
Beneath the hollow corridors and through the opaque veil, drip with unwhispered tales that spiral like apparitions caught off guard. Over whence they scuttle, we linger in pursuit—forever thwarted.