In monochrome whispers, the shadows cascade, twirling into the depths of night, unraveling upon the silence between stars.
What is the taste of regret, steeped in the elixirs flowing like darkened waterfalls?
Gathered dreams, drenched in the twilight of opaque waters, stare back with hollow eyes—a reflection of existence blurred by the passage of time.
Immortal stones, they cradle secrets of lost souls, sipping from the torrents of forgotten echoes—a symphony in silence.
Strange tendrils of mist weave through the air, carrying echoes of chants from an unknown realm, where once the waters burst forth into life.
In the realm where darkness meets fluidity, every droplet holds a story unheard, a sigh lost among the stars.
Search the horizon, find the fleeting shadows—
Laments of Endless Night