Always standing on ceremony. Reach out and touch that which is forbidden.
Fruit hangs heavy and full of juice from my trees.
Shadows from a thousand nights shroud a garden veined in blood with heavy secrets.
whisper your name along my walls.
Seek entrance.
But know you will find no rest here.
Only the sands of time running, sifting through root and bone.
Searching tirelessly for the end.
Close your eyes. Breathe deep. Know what it is to fade.
Away.