“Beyond where the sun bleeds its last, shall the pale chorus gather?”
Silence hung heavily, as though daring a reply...
“The vase. It shattered in realms unspoken, yet here, you stand unharmed.”
“Did you think she'd find peace in whispers of ancient tomes?”
“Fragments of laughter from the bell tower... have they always rung in threes?”
“I been wanderin' this cobblestone trace since the stars were unfamiliar...”