In the depths of chilling night, where shadows meld with dreams undone,
echo the footsteps — a thousand whispers lost amidst the tokay's enchantment.
Here lies a realm of forgotten screams, their resonance only felt in the hollow pause
between heartbeats and ticking clocks.
The moon casts pale omens on fractured earth, where clandestine footprints trace arcs that nowhere lead. Each impression — a story unsung, a voice turned to ash in the sweeping winds.
Beneath the crumbling vault of an ancient night cathedral,
lies the solace of thunderous silence, where echoes breathe
and shadows dance like specters in a masquerade of surrender.
Feel the chill as it grips your very soul, a silent symphony
orchestrated by the unseen, the unheard.
Here in this domain of the unseen, the veil parts just enough to glimpse the phantasmagoric march of time, etching its eternal pattern in the sand of destiny — a pattern unreadable, unknowable… fading before the morning sighs of a waking world.