Once defined by the scatter of whispers, the Attic plain unfolds beneath silver-hued dusks. Archaic dreams stream from the mouths of wandering rivers.
The Cartographer traces his fingers across the vestige lines, where each contour tells breathless stories of emerald thalassas.
Coordinates will always escape the tether of reason, as constellations murmur the sonorities forgotten in time's embrace...
Consider the trees of Aeloria, whose leaves hum an ancient song, querying their roots in a dance with familiar shadows visible only at twilight.
Ethereal Melodies — to trek where silence sings.