Beneath the damp loam of history, Orel unearthed a fragment of the past — an inscription worn thin yet obdurate, murmuring secrets consonant with a different epoch.
Munin, The Raven of Memory
It perched on the edge of Orel's reason, a sentinel bearing witness to the whispers of forgotten ages. Each word found carved on brittle parchment seemed echoic, reverberting against the void of overshadowed narratives.
Guided by insatiable curiosity, Orel traversed corridors of forgotten texts, where every shelf was a portal to another lost sage's dream. Underneath the interwoven leaves of centuries, glistening remnants of the Philosopher's Stone shimmered, though elusive, bedecked in hues of mythic tales.