In the corridors of the eternal night, where the moonlight barely touches the stones, a shadow moves. It wanders without destination, whispering secrets of the past to those who dare to listen. Eyes made of starlight gaze from within the folds of this apparition, searching, always searching, for the one who will understand its silent lament.
Do you hear its echo in the hollow places of your soul? What shape does it take in your dreams? It plays with the threads of time and destiny, weaving a tapestry of forgotten epochs and impending twilight.
Follow the path into the abyss, and find the echoes of those who have wandered before. Or perhaps you seek the silence where no shadows lie, only the purity of void and stillness.
Trust, if you dare, the compass of your heart as it seeks to pierce the shroud that darkens the dawn of understanding. Will you return differently, or will you be another shadow that lingers in the twilight?