Rimor

Amidst the shadows of my choices, I feel the weight of echoes long buried, whispers of power that should remain untouched; every step forward drags the ghosts of my past, reminding me that the price of ambition is a burden I can never fully escape.

In the stillness of a forgotten hall, I watched as dreams faded into whispers, shadows clinging to the walls like ghosts; the true tragedy lies not in the battles fought, but in the lives never lived, trapped in the safety of silence while the world outside roars.