In the cavernous embrace of twilight dreams, where echoes softly hum their age-old songs, a voice whispers...
"The moonlight bathes the stones, silent and cold, her shy glow weaving patterns of forgotten tales."
Static lullabies weave through the air, a tapestry of sighs and murmurs lost to time. They bind the hands, yet free the souls.
The walls, cryptic as the winds, hold secrets - promises never kept, dreams never spoken, in shadows they weep silently.
Embrace the echoes: The Silent Echo
Wander deeper: Perpetual Realms
Unlock the dream: Cipher of the Dream