The promise begins to dim, an endless whispering path offering illusions like distant stars, each a guide towards the void. Where silent screams echo, a call most convincing in the silence. Do you not feel it? That gentle tug pulling you from the safety of light, promising stories never told?
Each step echoes, encircling tales unsung. Follow with trust, they say, as footfall intersperses shards of spent whispers, dissipating energy, shards unblinking in the apex of nothing.
- Whispers transform sight till silence remains as noise
- A light convincing all is turned towards a far dark above
- Pledge allegiance to the under and within
Engage with the dawning truth painted in shadows; paths unformed give way onto truth unexplored. Yet, in the embrace of the void, what emerges? Conviction found within.