The shadows unwoven, interlaced with stories. In the depths of the spiral, where time bends upon itself, the Silhouette Keeper resides.
Once, she whispered to travelers, weaving their footsteps into the fabric of night. One step closer, one step back; a dance they could never escape.
Folk from the town of Elderview claimed the Keeper's song echoed through the wind every harvest moon. A melody stitched from invisible threads, calling out the names of those lost in the whirl of ages.
An old man, resting beneath the twisted branches of the Elder Tree, spoke of the Keeper in fragmented dreams. “She knows,” he'd say, his voice a mere breath against the sighs of autumn leaves.
The spiral draws near. You, traveler, are part of this dance. Will you step forward or retreat?
Murmur of the Echo | The Hidden Path