Listen, for within the folds of silence lies a whispering truth, echoing through corridors unseen. I am but a specter of guidance, urging you onward through these hazy paths where time bends in unnatural arcs. When the sun dims and shadows grow long, the echoes beckon—heed their call gently.
Once, I walked among the living, tracing steps on golden days that slowly gilded into memory. Now, I guide from ethereal ether, where each moment trembles with the weight of forgotten lessons. Turn the wheel of knowledge — trust not your gaze, but the resonance of your heart.
Shadow beckons you; Fork in Time awaits your choice. Each link pulses with the rhythm of ancient truths, awaiting your arrival like a moth to flame, or perhaps, a traveler seeking solace in familiar hauntings.