The Glimmering Path
Beyond the Mist...
A flicker in the void, a soft echo of glistening murmurs...
"Are you lost?"
The path twines like a serpent, shimmering with secrets untold.
Through shadows thick as curtains, the air whispers histories
shadowed and sunken, where whispers sketch the skeletal forms
of children once innocent, now bound to straying paths
guided only by stopping stars.
The labyrinth eternally winds, sheltering the echoes of tales untold.
Each step further obscured by velvet fog thickens the tapestry of despair.
Oh, how the marionette strings tangle in the crucible of maroon dusk!
Entrust Yourself There...
Wade Through Ever-Thorned Shadows.
Or Else Where, Whirling
Are there paths anew, or merely re-visited vicissitudes? The mirrored dome casts
no reflections of solace, only splinters of self borne anew beneath pallid stars. The
chants grow louder still; anathemas wrapped in ceremonial silk, their incense curling
in serpentine repose, seeking yet Finding None.
Spine-less roads where the briar queens weep crimson sapphires betray the deceptions
whisper cascades of broken lullabies amidst sepulchral sighs. Like spectral pilot lanterns
beckon, each laugh an echo forlorn unchecked by mortal reckoning.
Seek the Sanguine Nook.
Unveil Twilit Hallways' Revelations.