MURMURS OF A SHADOWED HEART

Within the abyss of his being, a darkness coiled. A shadowy presence, hissing secrets to a time long lost. His gaze held the ice of centuries, reflecting a history both tragic. He was a fragment of a entity broken, its pieces scattered by loss. Even so, within this void, flickered a glimpse of memory. A whisper for peace, lost in the hush of its