"Did you hear the clock strike thirteen, or was it simply the echo of forgotten dreams?"

"In the garden of shadows, roses bleed as the moon weeps in silence."

"Her voice was like the rustle of dead leaves, a lament for souls lost to the abyss."

"Beneath the floorboards, secrets slumber, waiting for the unwelcome touch of the waking world."

"Whispers of a cacophony, a melody of madness, did you dare to listen?"

"They say the old church bell tolls for the living in dreams, not for the dead."

"And so, the shadows dance, a dark waltz where partners vanish and reappear in another's nightmare."