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In the dimly lit room, where shadows dance upon the walls like whispers of forgotten secrets, the Hands of Darkness find solace at the ebony and ivory keys of the piano. Their touch, gentle yet haunting, brings forth melodies that echo the depths of the night.
At times, the music they weave is as dark as the abyss, each note dripping with melancholy and longing. It resonates with the sorrowful souls wandering in the realms of twilight, a lullaby for the lost and the forsaken.
Yet, amidst the darkness, there lies a strange kind of solace. The haunting melodies wrap around the listener like a comforting shroud, offering a moment of respite from the chaos of the world. There's a strange beauty in the melancholy, a tranquility born from the depths of despair.
The Hands of Darkness move effortlessly across the keys, their music a symphony of shadows and whispers. Each note holds a story untold, a journey through the darkest corners of the soul. And as the last echoes fade into the night, there is a fleeting sense of peace, a momentary embrace of the darkness that dwells within us all.

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[Tenebrarum-Manuss]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞

The city of Loryndell, cloaked in the quiet shroud of winter, whispers of lives long passed and of fleeting moments etched in its frost-laden stones. Nestled within a valley where time’s hand seems both hesitant and relentless, its spires and rooftops, now dusted with snow, rise like solemn sentinels against a gray expanse of sky. Each chimneystack, crowned with a wisp of smoke, tells a tale of hearths still alight, but each tale is fleeting—a single breath in the city’s endless chronicle.

Once, Loryndell was a place of flourishing splendor. Merchants thronged its cobbled streets, their carts laden with rare silks, spices, and whispered promises of distant lands. The great tower that looms at the heart of the city—known as the Eternal Pinnacle—was not always so weathered. In an age now half-forgotten, its bells rang boldly to mark the triumphs of kings and the weddings of lovers. Now, the bells are still, their echoes lost in the cavern of time, and the tower’s name serves as irony, for nothing in Loryndell has proven eternal.

The raven perched upon a skeletal branch watches with a gaze unblinking, a witness to the fragility of the scene below. It knows the truth that the city’s slumbering inhabitants dare not acknowledge—that all things pass. The streets that hum faintly with the light of flickering lanterns will one day fall silent. The snow, too, will melt, leaving behind only damp traces of its fleeting reign.

The houses, with their gabled roofs and shuttered windows, wear the weight of many winters. Their timbers creak like old bones, groaning beneath the burden of years. In their walls are trapped the laughter of children long grown, the murmurs of lovers long parted, the sighs of those who once believed they would leave their mark here forever. But Loryndell swallows such marks; it weathers and softens them until they are indistinguishable from the snowfall itself.

The raven spreads its wings, a dark silhouette against the pale sky. It does not linger, for it has seen this before—a city, its people, its stories, all crumbling into the great mosaic of transience. As it takes flight, it carries with it the silent truth: Loryndell is but a fleeting moment in the endless passage of time, beautiful and doomed to fade like the snow it now wears so proudly.

[GertCorbeels-pmvd]

The city was shadowed, but help is on the way.

[dalkashkorde]

.عش الغراب٠
سنوات المجد العظيم اصبح كذب وخداع لاشي في الافق البعيد الاوهم السراب واصبحت سنوات الموت وانهال الدمار على الجميع لااستثناء لخادم
او مطيع في جميع الفصول والخريف والصيف والربيع وعظامهم كانت ترتعش في القبور الشتاء المحترق والخوف كان على أبوابي وصوتهم كان يرتفع في اعلى السمائي بلاشفيع لانهاية لهم لابمرحب ولاوديع ولامنقذ لهم غير رب السميع
.ومن رغم سنين الصمت القاتل والحرب والدمار والخراب والجوع والموت والحب والاشياق والحسرة والندامة ونار الفراقي و كل شي وٱلالف الشهداء والذين ضحوا من اجل الوطن مازلوا غرباء ومساكين في اوطانهم واوطان غيرهم ونحن دائما على الرحيل واحلامهم اصبح خلف ستار الغروب من رغم ضحينا بي اولادنا ومالنا وليس .
لنا شيء سوى الخوف والظلام والوهم والسراب حتى لو عشنا على أرضنا ملايين السنين.
وبعض الاشياء لاتفسير لها تقشعر لها الابدان يفوق العقل والفكر والوجدان لايمكن اوصفها حتى في الاحلام عشنا في زمنن بعض الناس وأكثرهم لم يقتنع بعدالة السماء على هذه الارض وقلوبهم خالية من الصدق والانسانية كانهم رجال اخر الزمان لاشبيه لهم لافي الارض ولافي السماء كٱنهم من عالم ثاني خانوا انفسهم وشعوبهم قبل كل الناس فاتبنا لهم في الحياة مابعد الموت وهم داخل الاكفاني وبين جدران الخوف غارقين في مستنقع الدماء واجسادهم ممزقة الى الاشلاء وهم يترددون سكرات الموتي
ولن يتذكروا أبدأ من رغم دماء الشهدا والتضحيات
مع مرور الوقت والايام والزمن اكيد سٱنصبح في طي النسيان وعالم الفنائي واحلامنا وذكرياتنا سيحترق بنار الحقد و في ادراج الرياحي وخيبة املنا في الحياة
كان لم يكن وجودنا يومآ ما على ارض الاحزان والاحلام والاجدادي كالذي مات من ملايين السنين غارقين بالدموع و الحزن والفرح والبكائي حتى يوم القيامة والحسابي 😭😭
الشاعر : دلكش ٱوسي

[anejahos]

But the passing of time is something that has been known since the beginning of time and Humanity has known this fact since the beginning. So there is no need to single out a certain city or place, because the ETERNAL Passing of Time is a valid reality for our entire Earth and the Universe. Thus we can confirm again that PASSING is ETERNAL