Tranquility → Fractured Paths

The dusk spilled ink, shadows consuming light droplets, like whispers consumed by endless night. Where are they walking now? Through the storm? praeth's lost corridors.

In the hollows, there were echoes,—a \u201cDid you hear it? It's never-ending\u201d—a voice cracked like ancient stone, crumbling by unseen reptilian hands.

Glitches of old tapes: "Once upon a time," a dream malfunctioned somewhere beneath sepulchral leaves, and the tranquility falters evermore...