In the hallowed embrace of the labyrinthine passageways, where whispers of the ancients resonate, the time-honored initiation rites unfold. Each corridor, a vessel of forgotten tales, breathes life into the stories woven across the strands of time.
Like morning dewdrops clinging to the edges of a wayward leaf, the aspirants gather beneath the vaulted ceilings, their hearts draped in anticipation. As luminescent orbs hang suspended in the ether, casting a soft glow, the ceremonial journey begins.
With steps both reverent and resolute, they cross the threshold, guided by an unseen hand through the tapestry of corridors that stretch beyond the horizon of the known. The air is thick with the fragrance of aged parchment and the gentle caress of the ethereal.
The Inhabitants of the Whispers