In the silent hush before the first light, where shadows twist and dreams take flight, the dawn whispers secrets only the brave dare understand.
Listen closely, seeker. The winds tell tales of forgotten realms, places where crimson pennants dance in the sky, marking the border where reality fades into the ethereal.
Should you wish to tread upon these hidden paths, follow the signs etched by the ancients. The path is not straight nor easy, but therein lies the beauty of the journey.
Cloaked in mystery, veiled in darkness, yet illuminated by the soft glow of the crimson dawn, your heart's desire awaits beyond the veil.