Nebulae Silence

The stars blink out, like candles extinguished by an unseen hand.

In the silence, footsteps echo on cobblestone, unseen yet felt, like the brush of a phantom's shroud.

Do you hear the strings of fate, woven in shadows beneath the moonless expanse?

Portal thou art, leading not to light, but to the wailing of a thousand years' dark sorrow. Wander here and heed: The Wrong Turn Blinked Once.

An old woman with a crooked smile waits at the crossroads, her gaze a bottomless void.

If the call of the abyss beckons still, follow into the night's embrace: Echoes of Silent Starlight.

Touch not what lies after the veil, for its whispers call with tender malice.