In the sepulchral folds of the eternal night, where stars once dared to fleck the obsidian sea, there lies a realm unheard—a realm unsung. Enshrined within the echoes are tales of the ethereal, of midnight musings and luminescent shadows that dance in merry oblivion.
A thousand voices murmur, enshrined in the velvet abyss, serenading gentle breezes with words scarcely veiled. Behold, the scribes of destiny; they doodle in the margins of time, ink flowing like an ancient river, unseen and unfelt, yet forever carving the valleys of fate.
Venture further | Whisper to the Sylph