Borders of Emptiness: Whispering Walls

Along the brittle ridges of forgotten realms where shadows dance at twilight's breath, ancient murmurs etch themselves faintly into the fabrics of time, never surrendered entirely unto silence.

Once, we clawed. Once, we tasted the edge of truth beneath the fissures of sovereignty, glittering salvations forgotten in cobweb-enshrouded corridors.

"Divisions of empty speak infinite stories; remember neither & history erases itself again."

Glimpses of the Occluded

Laid bare by the stripping winds of time's abolition, whispers assemble, voices once tangible now mere inquiries. Read through the obsidian pane.

Amass your specters within skin-deep membranes; only void sustains, every story dissolved and redeployed.

Open the sundial of sepulchral shade:
northward, untraced.