Words bleed ink, as limbs whisper their souls into the undergrowth, tangled thoughts writhing like serpents in mud soaked silence.
Phantom throbs echo through void, untethered from bone, they dance in a garden where daylight fears to tread, clawing at the edges of reality.
Date: 13th Moon; Lurking dusk devours flickering lights foretold. The heart beat slows, offering lullabies to unseen ghouls.
Shadows cast by the silent echo of forgotten sins, where edges fray, and light fears to corrode.
Seek the echoes here: screams and shadows, or plunge deeper into the void: whispers.