The candlelight dances timidly in the cathedral — a maelstrom of spectral whispers echo beneath the arches. Shadows grasp, caressing the lumens with ethereal fingers, each sigh between the flicker a cradled memory.
Sombre tales laid on dusty parchment, forgotten vigor lurks in every scrawl. Words furtively dream where they once echoed names long since withered. |ambers of chronicles burn deep in leaving whispers woven loose in solitude, glimmering beyond breath and bone.
From cavernous halls emerge the silent echoes of non-existence — here trophy breaths on walls dissemble, mirroring absence. Dark embers climb askance where shadows themselves scrape the walls left unwritten.