Inferable Light

In the sepulchral embrace of the night, whispers twine and twist, a slithering symphony in the hollow chambers of eternity. The cadence resembles a shrouded figure cloaked in solemnity, its presence marked by breathing shadows that flicker and dance with an invisible zephyr. Again, the choir of silence murmurs. Again, the unseen clock resets its ageless gears, forging time anew in forgotten layers of dusk and allure.

Our paths intersect with spectral arms, cradling the heaviness of ages past and yet to be. A solitary lantern blinks with despondent grace, casting tremulous light upon etched memories that write themselves afresh upon the wall. Echo, Whisper, Murmuring — all speak of inferable light.

The passage leads downward, spiraling into unknown recesses where the air thickens with promises unkept, weaving an unseen tapestry of twilight. The refrain of ancient words pervades this place, a haunting melody etched deep within the marrow of existence, forever playing like a broken record. Voices coalesce into a ghastly echo—the orchestrated sighs of those who wandered and wished, who faltered and fell, eternal, inferable...

Do you see the inferable light? Or hear the inferable sound? Place your ear to the ground, let the stories seep into your soul.