In the heart of midnight, when silence rules the skies, the relic stirs beneath the earth. Ancient whispers cling to its surface like mist over a forgotten lake. Those who dare to search for its truth find only more questions, ensnared in the ages
Legend tells of a time when the stars aligned and opened a door. A door that should not have been opened. Of voices that seeped through, speaking in tongues unknown. Yet, those who heard it remained vigilant, guardians of secrets veiled in dust and darkness.
Every relic holds a story, but this one—a shadowed echo—holds a destiny. The pattern of rings inscribed upon it tells not of time, but of a cycle. A vicious wheel turning beyond perception, watched closely by those in the shadows. Are they watchers, or something much worse?
Conspiracies bloom in the corners of the mind where light dares not tread. Where the veil is thin, and the truth is but a breath away, wrapped in an enigma. Dare you uncover it? Or will you close the door as others have before?
Turning Pages of the Past