"The specter of existence flickered in the ether, a reminder of the shadows that danced around the once-vibrant glow of humanity."
An echo from an era cloaked in perpetual dusk, these verses are scribed in the echoes of forgotten whispers. They linger, seeking souls adrift in the torrents of an endless twilight.
"In the vaults of antiquity, where whispers convene, lies a truth so profound that the stars themselves shun its luminance."
An eternity observed, with eyes closed to light, yet feeling the cadence of a thousand whispered secrets.