"Murmurs from the cathedral," whispered the raven to no one in particular. The ancient scaffolding creaked as if in solemn agreement, sharing secrets whispered in languages forgotten over the passage of centuries. In the distance, a one-eyed lighthouse flickered a cautious signal.
Not all roads are paved with intention. Some are cobbled with dreams long abandoned, left over from those who wandered past without a glance back. Here, beneath the ebony veil of an unfamiliar tapestry, where stars once shone brightly, a door stands ajar—roots wedged through brass handles, eager to pull apart constellations.
The city's clock tower strikes thirteen in an echoing cacophony. Phantoms dance between alleys cloaked in sepulchral mists, their forms acanthus-carved and darkly opulent. Wind-borne tunes rise from the cobblestones—shards of a merry yet malevolent symphony, ensnared within the vibraciones de carne.
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