In these hollow recesses where silence reigns,
The whispers of ancients cling like dew upon barren branches.
Once, they danced within a luminous mind; now,
They languish in a forgotten synapse, a ghostly reminiscence.
Here, in this crepuscular domain,
The shadows whisper a dark symphony,
Attending the lonely masquerade of those who
Dare to wander beyond the known.
The faded glow of stars
Graces this ethereal theatre with cold detachment,
As forgotten symphonies murmur in the dark.
A tapestry of whispers,
Binding the living to the lost and the lingering.
Dare you traverse the starlit abyss?
Seek the whispers between the lines of dreams...
Follow the Silent Path
Journey Through Glass Doors