The Wraith's Whisper

In the stillness of a twilight room, there exists a voice that carries stories never told. Through cracked doors and time-worn hallways, these wraiths speak in hushed tones, only to be heard if one is willing to pause and listen amidst the din of the daily grind.

Here, beneath the surface of waking dreams, lie the remnants — echoes of yesternight wandering through the corridors of mind. Unseen hands shake the frames of reality, and the whispers reveal forgotten riddles intended for no one but the seekers of truth among shadows.

Distance is no matter for these phantoms, as swathes of silk light pull apart moments of time leaving translucent trails for eyes to follow. For those who linger, stories hold their breath, dancing upon the ridges of silence before dissipating into the ether once they take form as syllables before vanishing again.

Do you dare yonder the path less trodden, where clefts in reality unravel like the petals of night flowers? The wraith invites you to forge a bond with the twilight — with soft, fragile whispers that weave the fabric of dreams past.

Remain awhile, on a careless whim, or let your grounding in resolve break like morning dew upon blades of grass. The choice, as always, rests comfortably within your grasp, no heavier than a whisper.