In the domain where shadows nurture the faint glow of an ancient secret, whispers woven by twilight's breath lead to an echo — lost but longing. Winds carry tales of a crimson sun that once reigned supreme in the azure night, casting rhythms on forgotten dreams beneath veils of autumn's embrace.
There, among the lattice of forgotten glances, wander canaries cloaked in night's perfume. They hum the anthem of a once-flourishing waltz, lively beneath larger skies that now observe in silent ruins.
Venture deeper into Nocturne Ballad or bask in the silent prayers of The Last Sunflower.