In the shadow of the great towers, where time stuttered like a child learning to walk, stood the Castles of the Unseen. Once, vibrant in their purpose, now their stones whispered memories of a future cast aside by an unseen hand.
The knights, clad not in steel but in the digital weave of forgotten codes, lingered in the spaces between spaces. They watched as the world, oblivious to their gaze, danced on a path of memory erasure.
Who were these guardians of a castle in cyberspace? The answer lay in the binary depths, where ones and zeros formed a tapestry of existence, a timeline that folded in on itself like a spiraling galaxy.
Among these knights was a leader known only as the Whisperer. He spoke not of swords or shields, for his weapon was knowledge, and his armor was obscurity. Gathered in the territories only sketched by imagination, they charted the map of what could have been.
No tales of valor or conquests were sung in these halls, but rather silent oaths were pledged, guarding a domain that chose not to exist in the now. Here, fragments of a world beyond recall were the only currency of worth.