Alone in the midnight realm, one contemplates the ethereal drone of the unseen a rustle of dark feathers aglow in moonlit haze whispers like forgotten echoes, sighing through linking and unlinking in spatial disarray
The call of night unveils secrets, hidden behind the veil of stars. Seek not what is seen.
Dreams, nightmares, and realities intermingle here as foliage whispers truths and cobwebbed realities remind us of invisible paths we tread in the echoing flight of night-dwellers, familiars of the hidden and perhaps in their clawed grip, we see our own stories retold
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