As twilight drapes its velvet shawl across the riverbanks, a silent hymn begins its haunting embrace. The water, dark and unyielding, carries whispers of a song long forgotten, echoing through the void like a call from the abyss.
In the heart of the forest, where shadows entwine with the solemn trees, a figure stands. Cloaked in night’s abyss, the silhouette breathes the river’s lament—an extrasong woven from the cries of silent stars.
A shiver of melodies, unseen yet felt—an orchestra of the drowned, playing for the lost. The river curates its gallery of forgotten verses, each wave a brushstroke on the canvas of night.
The echoes of the extrasong weave through the labyrinthine halls of memory, where every stone bears witness to the unsung tales of yore. A gothic resplendence reigns, silent yet thunderous, in the corridors of despair.
Dare you follow the river's path? The song beckons, an invitation to the unseen realms where darkness hums quietly in eternal vigil.