In the dim-lit corridors of forgotten memories, I wander with heavy heart and silent breath. Each step reverberates, a lonely toll of some spectral bell. I am adrift and alone, a wanderer through perpetual twilight. Shadows cling to my soul, like memories that refuse to die, as I trace the remnants of what once was, or perhaps what could have been.
Resounds in the eternal night, where no sun dares to break the veil of sorrow. Time holds no dominion here, nor do the waking dreams that fill the void. I am but a lost echo, seeking solace in the embrace of darkness. The walls bleed stories untold, their whispers entwined with the sighs of the ceaseless wind.
Murmurs of the Abyss Whispering Phantoms