In the cradle of the night, where shadows weave their somber tales, a whisper lingers—a remnant of starry echoes, barely touching the ears of the waking world. Here, silence is not emptiness, but a canvas, painted with the hues of ancient voices.
The moon, a ghostly sentinel, drifts above, illuminating forgotten paths where specters dance in the glow of a forgotten nebula.
Are you a seeker of the silent forms? Dare you step beyond the veils?
Discover the Abyss