In the soft embrace of midnight, where the stars sip tea with the moon, lies a sanctuary unseen—a shimmering oasis of unspoken dreams. Here, sand dunes sigh, and the wind carries stories from the silent past.
A carpet of sand stretched far, dotted with moonlit puddles that reflect not reality, but the echo of what could have been. Children of the twilight play amidst the dunes, with laughter that sounds like forgotten lullabies.
Beware the mirages, they whisper, for they mask truths deeper than the oceans. But fear not the shadows, for they dance to the rhythm of your heart.
Enter the Misty Palace