Silent Whispers

Skim the surface, truth bends, An echo of what never was, Reflections in a funhouse mirror.
"They speak, but no one dares listen. In the corridors of the forgotten, the past lingers unresolved..."

In the realm of shadow where voices linger, Every step echoes with the weight of silk threads, Weaving tales of light lost, of dreams undone.

The figures dance with whispers, Skeletons of the yesteryears clutching their secrets, In a masquerade of faded grandeur.

Enter the labyrinth
Glimpses of the Abyss