In the cradle of embers, where whispers dwell and shadows linger, an avatar awakes.
Its voice, a soft hum against the tinder winds, carries echoes of forgotten dreams.
Do you seek the truth? Or perhaps the mirage of your own reflection?
Listen close, for every word is a feather from the wings of night, drifting in the hollow.
These pages, woven from the ashes of time, speak in riddles and whispers.
Touch the flickering light, and perhaps you shall see the ember glow in the mist.