Ah, the corridors of Beroth twist and tangle past what you perceive, dear wanderer. They beckon with murmurs of ancient tomes unwritten and paths yet trodden. "Have you stumbled across the dubious wisdom of the moonlit axolotl?" an echo asks, fading like smoke in the embrace of an unseen breeze. The air is thick with petals of thought — morose yet jubilant all at once. And somewhere, a clock ticks backward, marking moments yet to come. Do you dare to venture deeper? Discover how Beroth's whispers shape the unseen realms.