Beneath the grand tapestry of night's embrace, whispers float like moths. Shadows speak of dreams unfulfilled, remnants of aeons lost in twilight's grip.
In these murky depths, the echoes of ancient desires sing. Can you hear the siren's call to plunge deeper?
Listen closely... The shadows are whispering your name.
Their voices are the sighs of destiny untold, unraveling in the void. Will you tread their path or dance upon their fringes?