"In the end, it doesn't matter if we forget the key," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The stars remember everything."
"That clock over there... does it always tick backwards?" he wondered aloud, gazing at its reverse hands.
Beyond the chamber's ancient walls, the wind howled like a forgotten melody searching for an old friend.
"I heard the whispers again last night," she confided, her gaze fixed on the shadowed corners. "Words that don’t belong to anyone we know."
"They're just echoes," he reassured her, though he felt the truth drift between them like a ghostly fog. Starlit Echo whispered in the night.
"Did you bring the compass?" she asked, her eyes reflecting distant light. "It knows how to find the way home." Lost Trails awaited them.