Beneath the ghostly veil of the forgotten realm,
A whisper beckons through timeworn halls,
Drifting upon mists of eldritch tales, untold.
Ink-like shadows etch sorrowed pages in silence,
Holders of truths that shiver the sleep of mankind,
Invitations whispered from doors that never were.
Oft, one gazes beyond starry oceans,
With eyes unbound by realms of fate,
Searching for paths woven in darkness, their secret dreams.