In a realm pale with forgotten echo, victims frequent the halls of light, weaving intricate knots amid shadows that pirouette through time. Silent symphony weeps where candles flicker in dread anticipation.
Dread lays its laced fingers upon my heart. Do the fragments of sunsets remind them of realms bygone? Rude silhouettes must amuse; laughter echos without a voice.
Gaze upon thine own reflection in the still waters, where creatures of midnight reveal tender truths; threads pair with echoes drowning in the abyss of thought. Whisper tales of undone dreams to the gloom of ancient trees - eerily attentive to ambient ploys.
Murmur soft enquiries, interlacing void and brilliance like coiling serpents loitering beneath ochre leaves.
Who will grasp the fabric of flavors, sewn with loss and woven into the continuity unbroken? Silent nights rumble with frequency lacking matins. Hasten now; gaze upon coronet x-rays scattered amidst the dissolving dusk.