The tea leaves scattered; a cipher of chaos spilled upon the table. Empty minds, rich in gilded shackles, speak of autumns that never were.
Cloaked whispers curl through corridors like timid echoes of forgotten dreams. Can you see the flicker of truth in the masquerade’s tattered veil?
Behind the veil of sweet deceit lies a nectar poisonous yet intoxicating. Destiny dances in the shadows, behind mirrors of frost.