In the beginning, when dawn had just lifted its weary eyes, a whisper traversed the horizon. It was not a voice, but a memory of one, etched in the fabric of the clouds. "Hold fast," it murmured, "for the mists are the echoes of yesterday's dreams, scattered and layered like ancient tomes hidden beneath soil and time."
Through the veils of cloud, a figure stepped, pieced together from forgotten thoughts. Its eyes, orbs of constellations long extinguished, seemed to see through the echoes. They asked questions only silence could answer.
Beneath the wandering sky, a path unfolded, winding into the depths of the mist. With each step, the ground trembled slightly, as if recalling the touch of hands that once traced the story of this land.
And so, the journey began... not to a place, but to a time when the horizon sang, and the clouds were guardians of secrets untold. The echoes waited, patient and profound.
Whispers of the Shadows | Songs of the Void
Within these pages, linger echoes of a world forgotten... a story waiting once again to be unearthed.