Whispers of the Infinite
In the shadows of the forgotten halls, where echoes dare not linger, a voice murmurs a tale of bygone days.
The air hangs heavy with the scent of long-dead flowers, their petals drifting forever in the twilight mist.
Memories stretch like cobwebs across the antiquated chambers of the soul, binding time itself into a tapestry
of night and silence. Through the cracks of an ancient door, the wilderness wails, a song of mourning for all
that once was and never shall be again.
"Once, we danced beneath the stars, our laughter mingling with the hymn of the universe... now, only
the stars remain, silent and eternal."