The night belongs to him.
“The night belongs to him.” A shadow moves beneath the crimson moon, a presence both ancient and eternal. He is fear, he is legend, he is the darkness itself. Do you dare to step into his domain?
DarkRomanticism
Whispers of the lost, carried on raven wings.
“Whispers of the lost, carried on raven wings.” A tale of sorrow, beauty, and rebirth unfolds in the twilight. She fades into the wind, her spirit taking flight with the darkness. What story do you see in this moment?She fades into the night, carried by shadows and whispers.
“She fades into the night, carried by shadows and whispers.” Under the watchful gaze of the moon, she dissolves into darkness, a spirit forever bound to the veil between worlds. What do you see in this moment?
