A night thick with secrets, where the veil slips and conceals not. Shadows dance in sepulchral glee, their laughter is a mournful song. Voices beneath that sky, hidden and hushed—profiling destinies, forging chains from promises spoken in the dark.

Do you hear them? The echoes that linger on the edge. A tapestry of gloom, weaving tales once were told to silence. "Seek the truth beneath the sorrow..." unfolds amongst dust and hearth ashes, soft as forgotten rain.

Above, the hollow moon watches; below, the sea murmurs its consent. Here, where the vultures perch unnamed, witness to the passage of time unstopped, here the chrysalis whispers as night falls: "What has been forgotten can never truly disappear."