Paranormal Chronicles

"Have you seen the smoke?", a voice trailed off, hinting at the fingers of fate tangled in disappointment.

"No candles are lit, yet shadows dance!", the other replied, uncertain words floating against an unknown horizon.

Eavesdropping in darkness, exquisite secrets of an inscrutable realm spiraled invisibly: now emerging, now forgotten.

File 001

The sun will claw the horizon, and blood will pour from unsung tongues.

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File 002

The seas will swell with memories of those they once kissed farewell.

Traverse Time

File 003

When crows crown the obsidian spire, moonlight will lie in molten silver.

Gather Shadows