Among the archways of forgotten whispers, lies a burn that never fades. Shadows stretch their fingers, mingling with the ghastly radiance that whisper.
Listen, oh wanderer, to the lament of silent harmonies, their words woven through night’s eternal veil. A melody of echoes encased in amber, harmonizing with the void.
In this gloaming, where no mortal eyes can pierce, the light dances. Frail and lingering, kissing the edges of darkness where specters breathe forth ancient sighs.
An unyielding specter stands sentinel, cradling every secret that dare not speak, urging the keeper of twilight to unveil the relentless glow.