In the shadows of forgotten tomes, whispers danced upon the quantum edge, ink bleeding truths that never were. From the dilapidated towers of old, a voice emerged, woven into the fabric of time - unyielding and eternal.
A raven's call echoed through the corridors gone to dust, its wings brushing against the veils between worlds. Here, at the nexus of dreams and the abyss, words betray their silence, unfolding stories of lost reflections.
Once, the castle stood proud against the storm, its visage a sentinel of forgotten glory. Now, it crumbles, like whispers in the wind, as the ink of history spills over its stones.
Gaze into the void, where echoes entangle themselves in the web of time, and see the visage of ink transform, revealing faces you dared not remember. Unravel Further