In the dusk light, when truth falls silent,
A hand brushes against the unyielding canvas,
Dreams once whispered into the void,
Now echo in forgotten cries of obsidian.
Slide the curtain, dear heart, and behold...
The flickers of a time long past,
Where spirits waltz beneath the pallid glow,
In shadows kept by the night's soft embrace.
"A shadow, a whisper, a fleeting glance," she mouthed,
Yet no sound broke the chilled breath of the night.
Starlight flickered in desperate pleas,
Unraveled memories danced in the stillness.
Like the silent film reels, moving yet voiceless,
Projected across the skies, a transient memoir
Of Gothic romance, of eerie delight—
The canvas of forgotten voices, a soul's eternal midnight.
Wander these paths, through midnight's hollow,
And link your fate to echoes of the past:
Delusions of the Abyss
Beneath the Silent Gaze