The Singsong Truth of the Void

In the everlasting shadow, the truth bends and twirls.

It whispers, endlessly resounding, the hollow echoes never rest.

The heart of the silence reverberates with cries from ancients unknown, their tongues bound in praise of forgotten epochs.

It whispers, wheel of time, a defective record, the voice toils in this blackened eternity.

With each loop, every soul succumbs to the allure of the fractured melody—hymns of desolation sung by faces unseen.

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