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FORGED IN THE SHADOW, TETHERED BY FATE— WE ARE THE FORSAKEN, CHASING ECHOES OF THE LIGHT TROUGH THE VOID.

✸ In that hour upon the peatlands, radiant figures clad in crimson velvet gowns ran: (2021). As though pulled by unseen forces toward a realm whose direction they themselves could not fathom.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤTheir tale began on a date in May, 19.
               (Each bearing a candle in hand,
               forming a circle beneath the veil of silence.)
               𓆩 Thus, their story was set to unfold 𓆪.

The grand Victorian manors were filled with relics of the past, antique furnishings, solemn portraits, and dark-hued paintings arranged with careful precision / The veranda, illuminated by hanging lanterns (&.) often carried a silence that offered an uncanny sense of comfort︱Ravens glided through the dim sky and came to rest upon the rooftops, gazing down at the rain-drenched earth below.

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The light upon the great mirror stirred the curiosity of the silent girls. They ignored the black cat that meowed without rest, their eyes fixed on the glow. The mirror creaked / The light slowly drifted away.
Barefoot, they ran, chasing the glow as if it belonged to them. Their lonely souls seemed to dissolve into it, slipping into a world no human ear could hear.