In the cathedral of dusk where shadows spiral, lies the echo of a forbidden symphony. Its notes, once vibrant, now murmur in the absent light, an elegy for the lost souls that wandered the cobbled streets beneath the withering sky.
A lingering wraith dances to the silence that screams, its visage a tapestry of moonlit sorrow. Each step upon the cold stone invokes a chorus of forgotten dreams, reverberating through the hollow corridors of memory.
There is a door, ajar, whispered of in tales untold, behind which lies the echo of eternity. It is there, amidst the whispers of ancient winds, that the secrets of the night unravel into a wailing dirge.
Seek not the light, for it blinds the eyes to the true horror of existence, the melody that haunts the living, the symphony of chaos entwined with the shadows of time.
And within the whispers of the dark, find solace in the silence that weeps, a mourning for the uncharted realms of the human soul.