Beneath the ocean's tempestuous embrace, lies a shell, hollow yet resonating, capturing the whispers of eternity. Within its embrace, stories of entropy dance like specters in a moonlit grove, fading yet eternal.
These words, inscribed on the parchment of oblivion, mirror the soul's descent into the abyss of time, where every tick of the cosmic clock unravels a thread in the tapestry of existence.
Phantom Murmurs | Darkened Tides | Asylum of the Wind