Under the shroud of twilight, when whispers gather like moths around a flame, the telescope stands, an eye peering into the inky abyss. What does it see, you ask? The silent stars? Or the unseen watchers, hidden within cosmic shadows?
In its lens lies the truth, wrapped in conspiracies and nocturnal mysteries. Distant paths unfold before you, leading to doorways masked in silence, guarded by the unknown and the forbidding. Step cautiously, for the paths are woven from the hands of those who know too much.
Follow the walls that whisper, seek the shadowed lantern.