In the thicket of perennial shadows, where whispers of bygone eras conspire against the relentless march of temporal streams, one finds the tender ugliness of truths unwritten. Slanted paths lie, awaiting the footfalls of dissenting souls, their gravel unknown to those who linger in the light.
Petals bloom upon the face of adversity, pale lilies adrift on a sea of ashen mercury. Destiny scrawls its aurous sigil upon the murky veneer of solitudinous eternity. Embrace its luminous decay, for within bounds a ceaseless hymn to dormant elegies, sweet and most bitter.
Seek you the labyrinthine corridors of veracity? The scribe's weary hand trembles upon the skein of the universe, weaving destinies with unrelenting fervor, sobbing at the convergence of paths unwritten.