Listen closely—do you hear them?
The whispers in the night,
Carried on the breath of long-lost souls,
Dancing through the winds of forgotten time,
Brushing softly against the nape of your neck,
Their voices are like shadows, drifting near your ear

They speak of regret, of dreams undone,
Of damnation sealed beneath the moon’s pale gaze
Trapped between worlds, they wander,
Roaming through the centuries,
Aching for release that never comes—
Settling for the solace of the dark

They slip into your mind unnoticed,
Filling the corners of your restless dreams
They cling to your thoughts deep in the night,
A presence, weightless yet unyielding,
Never letting go, never letting you wake free