Beneath the pallid shroud of midnight, questions arise like smoke, curling softly around the edges of reality. What whispers beneath the moor, swathed in the tang of cryptic shadows? Do you dare inquire?
In this hour, when stars retreat into their own hushed sanctuaries, let your curiosity unfurl like the glow of distant embers. Each secret, nestled in the folds, is a verse in the celestial lament. Find solace in the silence.