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The Last Rocked Cradle of Kind Kid’s Love

The cradle still makes its sound, faint echoes of the past reverberating through the years. Memories spin in circles, each one tied to moments...

The Immortal Reprise – Cold, Dark, Silent

Cold, dark nights stretch endlessly across the sky, where stars twinkle like distant jewels on a black sheet. The dim candle flame flickers in...

Tears of the Tempest

Raindrops slide down the window panes, each one tracing a path of its own, like the quiet tears of the sky. The wind blathers...

The Moon’s Lament

I am the moon, the very epitome of incompleteness. Grievous and aloof, I wear melancholy as my crown, my light dimmed by the weight...

Stories of Grief in the Silent Night

The wind dances over the dead leaves, its movement a soft caress over their brittle surfaces. The trees stand drenched in the tears of...

A Soul Lost to the Reaper’s Will

I find myself trapped in the dark web of your black magic. You, the reaper, have made my soul your home, and I am...