In the fold of time, where light dances upon the edges of forgotten realms, there lies a shade — profound, yet subtle. A whisper of a future that could have been. Words written in shadows, stories only half-finished in the reflections of time.
The shadows tell tales of a world beyond the tangible, where every flicker of light carries a memory, a trace of what was or what might have never been. Here, shadows are the guardians of the unspoken, the silent witnesses to the passage of time itself.
Whisper further