Shadowed Gleam in Catacombs

The night whispers softly, and I feel my heart throb like a drum of old bones. A small silver bead I found in the crumbling catacombs glimmers in my hidden pocket, a promise of something I may keep, something I may need. My mind runs in circles, wondering whether the shadows are friends or foes, and I am careful not to trust too easily, though a small flicker of hope rises each time I imagine sharing the glint with someone. I have hidden the bead within a weave of my own cunning craft, ready for a trick that may bring a fleeting moment of peace. The world is vast and empty, but the quiet hum of my thoughts fills it with a strange, restless rhythm. #shadow #gleam ✨