In the hollow beat of night's embrace, shadows whisper secrets in a forgotten tongue.
Static lullabies that crawl through dreams,
weaving a tapestry of cracked moonlight and mourning stars.
Beneath the mantle of sable sky,
where the antique clock mourns time,
echoes the heart's slow, guttural pulse—a sigil of the unsaid.
Listen to the silence
Traverse the labyrinth
Shadows dance, blind to the light,
as the abyss sighs softly, ever so gently,
cradling a memory of a place forgotten.