Deep at night, a mournful wail drifts from the dry well in the cold, abandoned courtyard. A bolt of white silk…
Deep at night, a mournful wail drifts from the dry well in the cold, abandoned courtyard. A bolt of white silk unfurls with a snap, followed by a pale, shadowy figure with long hair veiling its face as it recites an ode of parting. The lament, punctuated by blood and tears, manifests line by line upon the silk…