In the boundless courtyard of forgotten dreams, shadows whisper secrets to the moon. Each echo carries a story—a future yet to be written, an ember flickering in eternity’s embrace. The clock ticks backwards, unraveling threads of time, weaving tapestries of what could have been. In these Gothic halls, silence speaks louder than words.
Here, the ravens speak in riddles, perched upon the crumbling stone walls. Their cries are symphonies of the night, lamenting lost epics, tales of kingdoms that rose only to vanish in the mist. Amber slips through clenched fists, each grain a memory, suspended in the web of fate.
Beneath the arches of this ancient palace, whispers guide the lost souls. Paths diverge into the abyss, choices trailing like smoke. The air is thick with stories untold, futures unimagined. Will you wander these corridors and find your destiny, or shall it find you in the shadows?