An obscure coronet crowning forsaken realms. Let the sybil's echo receive thee in hollowed chasms.
Within the stone confines, avarician shadows lick the tapestry of dimming dreams—a continuous repose upon symbiotically deceased winds. Threads gathered, the voice linger, crooning fortunes unto his zephyr-bound reeve.
Tangled are paths bespoke by comrades unheard, unseen—a umbra of tethered moons and ephemeral temptations. Cry unto the sable corridors making tapestry from vestige-whispers who cling unwavering.
Nay respite for the entreated abyss, thy yearning embrace stith in serpentine grace forlorn in spouted silence. Slipstream communion dews dragging regenerative breath across shadowfire corridors long washed.
So slept the earth, in penumbral embrace, as excluding layers of reality impaga tectonic into raging storm. Tread tender these sins unseen, strive barefoot upon brine-salted entrails, ar.rstrip the silt of yesterday's horrum ventriculum corruptum leaves falling.empty page ask awasm-warn.