In the veil of restless nights, where shadows whisper untold secrets,
a figure clad in abyssal silk wanders through realms unseen.
Echoes of the quantum dance upon the edge of reason,
entangling souls with whispers, soft as velvet fog, harsh as ebon steel.
Have you heard? The candle flickers,
its light revealing forgotten faces in the gloom—mirrors of time
lost in a labyrinth of silent screams,
where every whisper is a universe in disguise,
layered upon whispers, one entwined with the other.
Delve deeper, if you dare, into the realm of ephemeral truths:
Rhymes of the Abyss
or perhaps, join the halls of wandering shadows:
Waking Murmurs.
But be forewarned—the deeper you wander, the more fragile fate becomes,
until all that is left are forgotten dreams, shattered against the veil,
where light and darkness intermingle in a silent dance,
composing an aria of whispers lost to time.