A echoing syllable, born of twilight mist.

Midnight's breath, softly told,
Through vocabularies of the unseen,

Dive deeper

Crimson shadows dance,
Upon parchment remnants of dreams.

Follow the shadows

Words murmur in forgotten tongues,
Syllables weaving haunting echoes.

Hear the phantoms

Beneath moonlit strands, they sigh,
An ode to the void's melodic silence.

Sing with us