Echoes of Shadows: Exploring the Forgotten Carnival
★ Visit the Sabbath Event current round concluding at Midnight, April 11. ★
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Absence Desolate Jacket ★
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In a deserted carnival, shadows dance,
Whispering tales of the forgotten, a spectral trance.
Invited by the Sabbath Event's exquisite allure,
We explore mysteries in the carnival's obscure.
The air thickens with foreboding, twilight's embrace,
Rides stand frozen, colors faded, time's gentle grace.
A Ferris wheel, rusted sentinel in the night,
Echoes of laughter, now distant, out of sight.
Amidst this melancholic beauty, memories unfold,
Cotton candy scents linger, tales left untold.
The carousel, weathered, horses gaze with vacant eyes,
Children's voices linger, as silent echoes rise.
Relics of vendors' stalls, signs hint at delights lost,
Tattered banners flutter, shadows' lingering ghost.
In this forsaken place, allure and beauty entwine,
A canvas of wonder and woe, frozen in time.
As the Sabbath Event nears its end, we embrace,
Embracing shadows, exploring mysteries with grace.
In abandoned places, truths profound we find,
Journeys of revelation, to illuminate the mind.
Echoes of Shadows: Exploring the Forgotten Carnival
★ Visit the Sabbath Event current round concluding at Midnight, April 11. ★
★ Sponsored items ★
Valhalla Pneuma Earrings ★
Absence Desolate Jacket ★
{minuit} Tara Skirt
★ Blog Post ★
In a deserted carnival, shadows dance,
Whispering tales of the forgotten, a spectral trance.
Invited by the Sabbath Event's exquisite allure,
We explore mysteries in the carnival's obscure.
The air thickens with foreboding, twilight's embrace,
Rides stand frozen, colors faded, time's gentle grace.
A Ferris wheel, rusted sentinel in the night,
Echoes of laughter, now distant, out of sight.
Amidst this melancholic beauty, memories unfold,
Cotton candy scents linger, tales left untold.
The carousel, weathered, horses gaze with vacant eyes,
Children's voices linger, as silent echoes rise.
Relics of vendors' stalls, signs hint at delights lost,
Tattered banners flutter, shadows' lingering ghost.
In this forsaken place, allure and beauty entwine,
A canvas of wonder and woe, frozen in time.
As the Sabbath Event nears its end, we embrace,
Embracing shadows, exploring mysteries with grace.
In abandoned places, truths profound we find,
Journeys of revelation, to illuminate the mind.