Of The Lost

In the heart of the obsidian night, where the pallid moon casts its ghostly glow,

the whispers speak, entwining with the dreams of the wandering.

The symphony of forgotten echoes weaves through the mist,

binding the seeker to the presence of the lost.

Have you heard the stories carved into the ancient stones?

Their tales are of symbiotic beings, born of light and shadow,

who walk upon the pathways of dreams, unfurling the tapestry of the night.

In these moments, when the heart beats in sync with the void,

you may catch a glimpse of their hollow eyes, glistening with ethereal sorrow.

Their presence is a haunting melody, a requiem for the soul.

Witness the truth in the twilight, where shadows sigh,

and the dreams of the lost become a symphony of whispers.