In the dim light of waning candles, the silhouettes forged tales of forgotten aeons.
Weaver of dusk, fable screamed, fading away on moth's final wings...
The ♥ Vesper's song intertwined with the echo of spectral gleaming, each note a thread mended in twilight's loom.
Your embrace lingers, a whisper against a tomb, echoing through corridors unseen by eyes of mortal gauge.
Mists Their Wailing Wresting Glory Inked Truths