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