Voices of the Forgotten Passage

"Once, long before your dawn, we sang of shadows cast beneath the moonlight..."

"And what of the river, that glides silently through forgotten dreams, untold by the waking world?"

"Hear me, hear me not, for in this realm, silence is but a doorway to deeper stories."

The circular form pulsates with an ancient rhythm, drawing you closer. A choice, perhaps, or a forgotten memory. Dare to step through? Follow the whisper or Return to the murmur.

In the corner of your eye, a shadow shifts. The stories told by those who have tread before, their echoes linger still.