In a city lost to time, bathed in the eerie glow of the moon, I, Ryujin Akira, sat alone. My name, not my own but a distant echo in the annals of history. A whisper, a haunting refrain. I wish I bore witness as this forsaken city succumbed to the relentless silence, where the virtuous and the wicked, the abhorrent and the admirable, had all found their everlasting repose.
With an air of solemnity, I perched on a decaying stone bench, a relic of a bygone era. Around me, the remnants of shrines, palaces, and towering edifices stood defiant, their grandeur undiminished by the passage of countless ages. They bore no semblance to anything familiar, relics of a long-lost epoch, their tales etched in stone, unread and unspoken.
The once howling winds that had roared through these desolate streets had long abandoned their course, leaving me alone with my contemplations. I gazed up at the heavens, the melancholy waters mirroring my contemplative spirit.
No heavenly rays pierced the shroud of darkness, but instead, a spectral radiance emanated from the sea, bathing the city's turrets and spires in a spectral luminescence. It revealed the intricate details of domes, halls, and walls, and my silver hair was illuminated by the haunting glow.
Amidst the ruins, I found myself standing before a wondrous shrine, its intricate friezes telling tales of the viol, the violet, and the vine. Under the solemn sky, I, too, yielded to the eerie calm enveloping this forsaken city.
Towers and shadows danced in the night, suspended in the air like suspended dreams. From a towering edifice, once a symbol of pride, I observed the desolation with a gaze laden with dominion.
Open temples and yawning graves mirrored the luminous sea, yet no wealth or extravagance could entice the waters from their slumber. The surface remained an unbroken mirror, untouched by the murmur of winds or the promise of a more serene sea.
However, a subtle shift in the air heralded a change. The waves, as if the towering structures momentarily yielded, beckoned a transformation in the tides. The heavens seemed to part, allowing a crimson hue to wash over the waves, while the hours whispered their secrets in the stillness of the night.
As I sat there, the eerie silence unbroken, I sensed the city's descent into an abyss. Hell itself, rising from countless thrones, paid homage to the enigmatic night, where I, Akira, sat alone in a city lost to time, an unyielding witness to its eternal rest. It was there that I song the Homunculus song of lament…
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