Anatomy of Death

In the realm of dark waters, where every ripple carries secrets of the long-forgotten, we wander beyond the mortal coil. Shadows undo the strings of existence like dance partners enshrouded in twilight mist.

Behold the tendrils of night weaving through the hollow spaces of despair, where each breath becomes an echo, lost, yet resounding in eternal silence.

Let us sink deeper into these obscure depths, swathed in whispers, drowned stars, and the echoing heartbeat of a cosmos forever entwined in the gossamer threads of mania.

A werewolf's lament spills softly through shredded fabric; vampires softly laugh amid reveries of dark hearts.

Perhaps the anatomy of death resides in the spectral glow of faded memories; can you unveil the truth? Unravel the layers, or plunge deeper into abandonment...