In the Silence of Shattered Carapace
The stars had a story to tell. Beneath hollow skies, a melody of metal and shadows coalesced, invisible, but felt by the shivering timber of your pulse.
↑ Tune In, ↓ Turn Away
Through weathered whispers of winds past, the moth's call sought solace at forgotten thresholds. The fields, adorned with petals of yesterday, embraced the cathedral's waning cries.
The homecoming is often a riddle, spun in silver threads and drenched in the blood of autumn. Ghostly messengers carve the darkness with a gaze that seldom sees the dawn.