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No words spoken—only a scream. Tonight, we’ll raise a bridge between sea and soil. The sky bleeds fire, the rain burns— She will perish, only to rise again before dawn. Every thought becomes a lyric, Every breath hums a song buried deep. And with it, the demons stir— Music unfolds like the tragic end of a medieval maiden. Timeless melodies echo through the void, Twisting in a world skewed by wrongs. Emotions raw and vivid, Like Esao Andrews’ dreams, Steve Hanks’ haunted eyes, Arthur Rackham’s tangled myth, Etched in ink and shadow. A surreal murmur—Edward Gorey’s hush, Disturbing yet delicate. Metallic hues, chilling warmth, A sense of dread… And something beautiful, Lurking beneath.
A figure in a black cloak stands on a cliff, gazing at a vibrant orange sunset over a stormy sea. Rain falls softly, while stark trees frame the serene yet dramatic landscape.