THE HOLLOW'S ENDLESS WAR

And then amid the murmurs where the hungry shadows stir,

where the ghostly chorus whispers for the ache they still implore,

came a stillness, sharp and sudden, like the breath before a floodin'

of the memories long forgotten—left on sorrow's shore.

The Hollow's Endless War is born from that silence—the moment before the flood breaks.

It is not peace that lives here but pause—the inhale before it resumes.