Beneath the shroud of twilight, an ethereal whisper beckons, spiraling through the shadows. Words are unwoven, and secrets of realms hidden surface, each syllable painting a story of the interstellar night. Shall you listen, or shall you let the winds take them?
"Concealed within the cosmic vault," murmurs a voice as smooth and haunting as stardust wafting in the cold void, "lies the door to your dreams, obscured from light, open but for a flicker of the moon's sigh..."
The pathway lies ahead, interlaced with echoes:
Whispered Clouds
Glimmers of Time
Nightfall's Elegy