In the marrow-thick darkness, where shadows breathe and time stutters in tremors, a voice awakens. It speaks in the tongue of forgotten myths, weaving tales of catastrophe and eerie wonder.
The wind howls, a dirge for the lost wanderers whose cries have become entwined with the rustling of leaves and the whispers of long-dead dreams. Listen closely, and hear the sorrow threading through the fabric of night. The moon, an indifferent witness, bleaches the world in spectral hues.
Beyond the threshold of sanity, lies the labyrinth of voices that murmur your name, an echo etched in the bone—a call to the unknown.
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