In realms beyond sight, the tapestry thins.
Here, shadows speak in tongues lost to time.
The moon siphons dreams, leaving only echoes—
shadows of echoes whispering their fears.
A door marked in ash, with symbols unreadable—
pushes gently at the seams of sanity.
Beyond lies a garden of broken promises,
where the wind carries dirges only the dead remember.
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