The Unseen Chronicles
In the shadowed corners of forgotten castles, where the moonlight dare not tread, there lies a tale of a woman whose name was written in the margins of time—Elara.
The walls, thick with the weight of unspoken secrets, hold palimpsests of stories, rewritten by those who feared her gaze. Ink bled into ink, the past overlaying itself upon the present, a tapestry of sorrow and despair.
Decades turned to centuries, and still, her figure appeared in the dreams of poets and madmen, whispering truths no one dared to speak.
Silhouettes at DuskEchoes of the End
"Where the air grows thick, and silence reigns supreme, there lies the unseen whispers of yore."
"Beneath the stone, in the marrow of the earth, secrets sleep, but not for long."
Cloaked in shadows, the truth awaits like a specter in the night, its eyes glinting with unholy light.