In the sonorous embrace, the relics of a battle slumber in soundscapes. Listen closely, for the air is woven with tales of enigma and drunken ravages. The sonorous symphony sings of heroes whose names are little more than a wobbling whisper on tongues now turned boneless.
Once, they danced with firm resolve on this ground—resolute, like the stars against the ocean, narratives too bright to be forgotten.
Shadows stretch across as twisted silhouettes in drunken repose, laughing and wailing in the encroaching haze.
Listen! For the murmurs will tell you tales of nowhere with nowhere to go.
Amid resonance, shadows dance over rusting relics of steel arms, whispering stories born of agony and echo. The battleground holds an ancient silence, plagued by the ballet of clenching silence and celebrant clamor.
Enter the Chord | Glistening Howl