In the hushed corridors of this forgotten page, where the shadows dance with whispers, voices chant from the hidden folds of webbed eternity:
“In the silence, we found the echoes of what once was, sculpted by winds that knew our names.”
Veiled in darkness, beneath the surface of each digital ripple, lies a tapestry woven from silken threads of the night, tales untold, weaves of forgotten light.
A portal lies before you, frail and trembling in the spectral glow. Choose to pass through:
Veil Gate | Shadow's Edge