• Whispers of the Wraith

    Shrouded in dark. Lost in the whispers. The shadows start to soar. Bound to this terror, won't feel safe anymore. Wraiths weave their mark. Fear's ancient sisters. Through the void, we crawl. Cold winds echo our screams. Eclipsed in silent dread. Where nightmares intertwine and shadows seem to fall. Veins of despair. Life's haunting gleams.

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