Luminous Signals

The whispers within this mirror are murmurs forged in obsidian depths. The reflections sing, yet their voices are lost among the echoes of the radiant flickers. What truth lies beneath the velveteen lux of sorrow-glazed synths? It is darkness that captures the wayward signals of light, turning their incandescent cries into languid gestures of fate.

In this domain of spectral brilliance, a funhouse greets the weary soul. Glass bends, word weaves, entraps, and the form-bound selves peel away, leaving only luminance. Deformations abound, creatures call forth ancient truths whose names are forgotten. Seek the Shadowed Verity

A final reflection from age-old specters manifests here. Manipulations clad in obsidian silk drift endlessly through light, refracting dark gestures that hint ominous conundrums yet unsolved. Where do luminous signals find closure, if not in the solace of their eternal suffering? Echos Of The Forsaken