In the land where echoes dare not tread, beneath the alabaster watch of the moon, a soft intonation weaves through the hollow corridors of your mind. Listen closely, for the night hums:
Please, devour these secrets unspoken,
For the abyss cradles those words whispered,
And silence, sweetened by sorrow, shall keep them.
Embrace the dark tide, relinquish your cries;
The spectral winds now guide your fate,
Dance amongst the shadows where only silence sighs.