Beyond the twilight, where the void embraces the shore of molten silver,
embark ye on the quest for unkind horizons, stitched in night’s embrace.
The echoes of forgotten realms murmur in the winds of woe,
where spectral figures clutch at the vestiges of warmth lost beyond recall.
In the grasp of midnight's shroud, a whisper ensnares the quiescent heart,
yearning for the horizon swallowed by ephemeral dusk.