In the dim recesses of the forgotten tales, where the cobwebs of time gently cradle the dust of ancient chroniclers, there exists a voice—faint, yet profound. Whispers of cryptic scripts that once sang of the world's first dusk, linger, entangled in the grasp of entropy.
Amidst the rotting shelves and bleeding ink, a parchment shivers, untouched by the sands. Lines of chaos, carved deeply into the skin of ignorance, narrate the slow decay of an empire unseen. Do you dare open the door to this fleeting gloom, where reality melts like wax before the flame?
The echoes of forgotten feet upon ancient stone, reverberate within the hollow sanctum of memory. Time, a merciless tide, washes the shore of moments, as darkness blooms like an eternal night, stretching its velvet embrace over the forsaken.
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