A House of Salt and Sorrows: A tale of darkness.

[Toledo Número Tres]

In Thornfeldt Manor, shadows dance,
A house of salt, a house of chance.
Where twelve sisters tread the halls,
Each burdened by ancestral calls.

A curse befalls this haunted place,
Whispers linger, leaving trace.
Of sorrows deep and secrets old,
In mysteries, their fates enfold.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer shines,
As sisters bond, their hearts entwined.
With courage bold, they seek to find,
The truth that lies within their minds.

Through storms they sail, through sorrows weep,
In Thornfeldt's halls, their secrets keep.
But with each step, they break the chains,
And in their unity, freedom gains.

For in the house of salt and sorrow,
Lies the power to shape tomorrow.
Through trials faced and battles won,
Their journey's end has just begun.