In the hushed glow as shadows linger, lone echoes shatter the void, sagging with weight untraversed.
Carries the dust of bygone realms, dwell not in the solace of warmth for the final breathe is a cry unheard.
Sing songs of cold resonances, declares a thousand suns extinguished, mere phantoms in ephemeral night.
Doomed to wander the labyrinth of time, uncover the fractals of whispering starlight, a transient existence forged in darkness.
Oh, the tangled webs woven from hope; inscribed upon fading scrolls, imprinted in a memory—a transient flicker.
To haunt this realm forevermore, we question yet grasp at the fateful tether: Ghostly Echoes, Last Light.