In the shadowy corners of a world forgotten, where echoes whisper their ghastly lore, a giggle with hollow undertones weaves through the cracks of reality. Here, lunatics revel in the mirth of ages past, their laughter playing a melody of madness.
Above, clouds writhe like tormented souls, casting fleeting shadows on a decaying plane. Umbrellas bloom like fungus in the earth's furrows. Are they distributors of solace or veils for horror?
Listen closely to the whispered havoc of moments captured and released, for every giggle births a phantom, every chuckle releases a hex. Twisting tales of forgotten cathedrals invoke teals of tears that never were.