The candle flickers; hesitate before the abyss. Whispers entwine like tendrils of smoke. Seek not the flame, but the shadow it casts.
In hidden realms, where time bows to none, lies the whisper of eternity. Silent screams etched in stone—memento mori, they say.
A raven’s croak, a bell’s lonely toll. The clock strikes thirteen. Stare into the void and find the silence that screams, the echo that listens.
Through the lattice of gloom, a symphony of shadows plays—note the count, heed the fall.
Three, two, one... the night remains.
Codex of the Lost: In the mosaic of night, every star is a lie, every truth a labyrinth.