The moon drips shadows from its brief kiss, a sigh lost in the folds of night. Secrets wrapped in cobwebs vibrate in deafening silence, each one a shadow's distant longing.
The unrelenting breath of a forgotten forest calls, tendrils of fear threading through twilight's grasp. Whispers echo against ancient stones, beckoning to the mind's eye.
Layer upon layer, there lies a thrum of restless dreams, coiling around the heart—a predator poised to pounce. Can you feel the rustle at the edge of thought, sharp-edged like glass?
Strange echoes flicker like the last flame of life, as if the darkness itself speaks in lost tongues, chiding the seeker to unravel more. What awaits beyond the threshold?
It listens; it waits. The depths yearn with gnashing teeth cloaked in moonlight's deceit...