In a town forever draped in dusk, where crows argue with shadows, they count their wonders in silence, pondering the unfurling of ancient beings waiting beneath the fetid roots of time.
Who shall compile a glossary of forgotten spells, to confront the yawning void that dances behind disenchanted gazes, where the palette of hexes whispers fate’s cruel taunts—
...to fling the soul against the walls of its confusion—
What laughter fills the silence of the tomb, piercing its way through the webs that cradle the silence of undecided fates?
Look upwards! See the grim, staggering eagles soaring from marble dreams; where they alight, starlight drips like tears upon gravestones linking both the acolyte and the deceiver forever entwined in earthly bliss.
Time—nest in amber. Rest your weary feet upon the altar made of wishes unfulfilled, as echoes puzzle through creased sleeves; embrace this darkness left behind, waiting.
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