In the half-light, whispers entwine with unspoken melodies, yearning to be heard. Gothic arches loom, twisted shadows dance and harmonize with breath that is not breath. Do you hear them?
Bat wings caress the dark sky, leaving trails of symbiotic whispers suspended between notes of the eerie silence. A nocturnal cantata sung by unseen choirs upon an altar built of memories.
An ancient riddle murmurs through the veils of night, a language of forgotten lore spoken by the keeper of shadows. Dare you decipher it, or let it remain an enigma woven in dark curls of symbiotic fate?