Amongst the crests of a midnight sea, where the waves crashed softly against the electrified prism, there lingered voices of the ancients.
"Have you seen the flicker of a clown’s eye there, under the dull, brooding clouds?" she asked, her voice wrapped in velvet shadows.
Within the blistered walls of an old cathedral, somewhere between the spaces of now and never, statues seemed to breathe. The chill that followed was no more than a kiss from the abyss, silent yet resounding in the chambers of forgotten desires.
The halls of debauchery, where marbles cry and chandeliers sway...
Boundless are the whispers those ravens knew, circling 'round the towers drenched in centuries' whispers. Strangers carved in keystone masks await the twilight's sigh, held fast to moments cradled in time’s embrace.
Journey into the Abyss