Petals Wail: The Symphony of Silent Chaos

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We walked by the song of the sirens, towards a land lit by friar's lanterns. In the darkness of the night, clouds touched the ground making our paths opaque.

We walked with hope and excitement, that only lead us on to something one finds sinister and confounding,

a land with distorted faces and remnants of flesh and bones, hearts that turned to stones.
Turn back, a voice in the back of our mind had spoken but we discarded that voice like travelers mesmerized by the flickering wisp or sailors lured by the enchanting music of the sirens.

We but Shipwrecked on the rocky coast of their Sirenum scopuli.
Lost and with nothing but contemptible little hope. Hope that became the very essence of our existence.
Exposed to danger by treacherously betraying our own good judgment, our conscience.
Lead to a path of misfortune and sorrow.
Trust was but a word that resided in the English dictionary, meaningful yet meaningless.