Whispers of the CG Phantoms

Above the muted wails of forgotten specters, beneath the shrouded veil of secrets, echoes swirl like half-remembered lullabies. Time stands still, as pallid hands reach beyond dogma—a whisper poised on the precipice of doom.

A, shadows converge on the threshold of reason, where spirits traverse the nothingness. They whisper tales—but tales are naught to fade, yet deeper their shadows dwell, upon cold cobblestones of the broken.

To those who engage the dilapidated labyrinth; beware the curse of adventure where memories embrace silence intertwined with midnight. What threads extend from unattainable dreams?

Enter the chilling reverie my beloved haunt: an accursed longing, a phantom's breath. Dare to wander deeper or remain caressed by the darkness, oblivion waits.