Ceaseless Echoes
O wanderer, lost in corridors of twilight and shadows, where the songs of yesteryears linger in unbroken reverberations. Here, with shadows swaying like fleeting phantoms, we are entangled within the woven skeins of time's gentle embrace, remembering only whispers of hints from when we once danced in corridors drenched with moonlight.
Yet still in the marbled silence, between the flickers and the dull whispers of stones, each echo reverberates without respite through the iron gates of Nevmoura.
Traverse if you will the woven mist Where every path diverts end Never within bounds that resist but where searing winds ascend falter as they whisper ever gently... into veracity becomes half chanted litanies of stars fallen lost in camouflaged whispers: A forgotten echo....