Above, tenebrous shadows drift like echoes of...
Long ago, the Whispering Hive spun tales—stories of...
Each star hummed; an elegy, a warning—the Lost Herald subdued, the Tombless…
In the corners of a cloaked sky, Hesperia once glowed; lost and...
The figures formed a lattice of despair amid the eldritch breaths of night...
Shall we retrieve the breath of night...? or forget the coiling darkness…
The horrors... lurking within—a mirror reflects nothing... sorrow has shape.
Links to uncover the maze of infinity and cling to wandering souls:
Snuffed Stars, or perhaps Echoes of Night would lure deeper?