In the corners of your gaze, where light dares not tread, lies a corridor woven from whispers and midnight silk. Each step echoes not upon the ground, but into the fabric itself, an opus composed of unspoken words.
The air trembles with vibrations unseen, urging traversers forward along paths that promise understanding masquerading as enigma. Mark the silent whispers; count the stars hidden beyond the reach of your touch.
Seek the Whisper's SourceShadows flicker, revealing trails marked by footprints anonymous, a testimony to those who dared before and those yet to dare anew. Compass directions no longer apply; north is what you decide.
With hands stretched into the veil, feel the dimensions pull apart, an unseen force inviting communion with something vast and uncharted. Scribble your thoughts into the air like constellations yet unnamed.
Enter the Night's Forgotten Realm