Do you hear the echo of unsung sonnets, a melody destined for the gloom of forgotten halls? Shadows dance upon whispers as ancient as the stars, unyielding questions sleep like wolves in white night fog.
Beyond the veil, where specters and xanthic light weave destiny's tapestry, lies the realm of dreams — luminous, beguiling, and fierce in their silence.
Clutch your candle wane, as the soot of night kinfolk traverse labyrinthine thoughts — the abyss, as always, demands its sacrifice.