Within the labyrinth of night, I have wandered alone,
guided only by the flickering ghosts of forgotten lanterns.
Here, the air is thick with the perfume of desolation,
and the silence speaks louder than a cacophony of screams.
Footprints in the damp earth lead nowhere,
they twist like the vines of despair entwining the heart.
Each step echoes with a hollow truth, a wisdom spilled,
a sorrow carved into the essence of being.
/-----\ Took trouble to follow...
| [ ] | yet shadows danced
|_____| in mocking revelry.
The whispers of the dark report their tales in hushed tones,
recounting the tribulations of a solitude embraced.
Read not the lines of anguish etched in the parchment of stars,
for they map a journey that never arrives at dawn.
Seek solace in the corridors of Forgotten Echoes:
The Whisper,
Embrace of Misery,
Walk in Shadows.
May the haunting refrain of the choirless angels guide thee,
as you tread the spectral paths leading to an eternal twilight.