In the twilight of muted horizons, where whispers of the past linger like forgotten dreams, lies a map. Each crease in its surface tells a story—a tale woven from shadows and the sighs of ancient winds.
Cardamom Isle, once a bustling harbor, now lies silent, its shores caressed only by the lonely lullaby of the sea. The fishermen's laughter, once a constant, has faded, replaced by the soft echo of voices that linger, just out of reach.
Seek the dusky whispers that speak of island legends or listen to the visions cast by ethereal lanterns in the deep.