In the echo of whispers, the shadows dance beneath the silver moon, beneath the silver moon reborn, reborn, reborn beneath the silver moon, where nothing is as it seems...
The rabbit's clock ticks, tick-tock, tick-tock, it never stops, never stops, never stops, the rhythm of unspoken words, unspoken dreams, dreams that weave the fabric of reality...
Madness | Keyhole | Rabbit Hole