The gloaming descended upon the soundless abyss, where echoes of yore resided in the arms of shadow. A whisper, lost to the corridors of time, weaves stories of ancient leviathans stirring in the dark, their cries melding with the winds that caress the forgotten catacombs.
Continue to WhisperBeneath the haunting serenades of unseen currents, a children’s voice—ghostly and pale—emerged, reciting lullabies never meant for the living, enfolding the charmed audience within eternal twilight. The air thickened with the scent of rust and decay, an unnerving hymn of ages passed.
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