The horizon held secrets, unspoken and untouched, fragments of another time
Somewhere, they moved*—half-phase transitions; not seen, just felt, ripples in a synthesized tapestry
Once, warriors of the fleeting dusk; now merely echoes chasing the wind, the dust of diminished destinies
"Fragments Unearthed"
There lies tales of voided contracts and shadows cast under forgotten lore. The structural remains of civilizations that dared to dream, and then turned, contemplative.
The Old Pathways beckon, riddled roads paved with remnants of broken promises.
Entropy prevails, time erodes everything—narratives included. A perpetual cycle.