Darkness dances beneath the moonlit canopy:
A soft whisper echoes,
"She walks amongst the forgotten."
The shadows stitch tales into the fabric of the night. Fragmented voices hum an ancient tune of loss.
Beneath the cathedral arches, the air thick with silent hymns, a spectral figure lingers.
Read further whispers...
Rusty gates creak open to the sighs of the past:
The crypts hold memories, not of flesh, but of echoes.
"Once more into the breach," they murmur, as dreams decay.
Candles flicker, illuminating the dust woven into secrets.
Illuminate the void...
Moonlit reflections in forgotten well:
Water weaves illusions, mirroring the unspoken.
A single tear from the abyss whispers,
"Endless."
Trapped in a labyrinth of twilit sighs, a clock ticks backward.
Return through twilight...