Within these walls, words gather dust like leaves upon the forest floor, their whispers flowing through ancient corridors, a symphony composed by shadows. Here lies the secret of the breathless night, a hymn sung to the moon by the forgotten souls of yore.
"The moonlight dapples the stones, a soft kiss from the heavens," it begins, a fragment of a letter penned by a hand long turned to dust. Would you seek the truth behind these gilded lines? Follow the stars.
Among the cobwebbed alcoves, a tale spins itself—woven from the silken threads of twilight and dreams. "Beneath the tide of endless sleep, where oceans hold their breath, lies the whisper of the wind's forgotten song," writes a nameless bard. A tale you cannot forget awaits thee here: The Forgotten Song.