In the twilight of a forgotten world, where shadows linger long and whispers of old still echo, the dragonflies dance. They flicker like stained glass in an abandoned cathedral, their wings a symphony of rust and gold.
Have you ever felt the weight of an unspoken truth, draped like a velvet shroud over your shoulders? In this silent kingdom, truths are born and die, trapped in the amber of time.
The castle remembers, though. Built on the precipice of the beyond, it stands watch over lands unseen, where the dragonflies weave tales of what was and what could never be.
Here, within the alcoves of stone and memory, the air hums with the remnants of untold stories, awaiting those brave enough to grasp them. Will you take the leap?