Once, beneath the umbral canopy, whispers danced. Shadows flickered in the dim light, casting forms from the forgotten annals of time. The air bore a weight, thick with the scent of aged parchment and faint sulfur, weaving past grievances through the cracks of reality. Do you hear them? These echoes—silent screams covered in velvet darkness? The hearth's embers dim, revealing transient secrets imploding in elegiac tones. Follow the echo, or drown in the silent crescendo of yesternight.
As moonlight weeps through the latticework of memory, the above becomes below, and the below becomes above. A realm entwined with the pallor of forgotten yesterdays and the bright terror of an unearthly morn. Would you dare tread further?