Entry 12: The Final Descent
The air grows heavier as I descend, each step echoing into the cavernous void of 'Nowhere'. A place untouched by the ink of my quill until today. The land stretches endlessly, an expanse of shifting sands beneath a cerulean dome. Here, the sun dances with shadows, creating illusions of distant realms that slip away with each approach.
To the north, the Whispering Cliffs stand sentinel, their jagged edges silhouetted at dusk. It is said that voices from forgotten times call from their heights, but I have yet to hear them myself. The south leads to the Mirage Oasis, a deceptive pool that shimmers temptingly, though many were said to have lost their way amidst its blinding light.
Amidst my wanderings, I stumbled upon the ancient Ruins of Aether, their stone structures gnawed at by relentless winds. Fables tell of a time when they soared as a city of skies, now but a memory held by the earth's embrace. It is here that I pause, my breath mingling with the whispers of history.
As my journey continues, I pen down these words, a mere map of thoughts in the vastness of Nowhere. Perhaps, one day, these notes will guide another through the labyrinth of this land unseen.