In the realm where shadows breathe deeply, there lies a cloth woven not of threads, but of dreams and whispers.
It enfolds the secrets of ages, held tight in the embrace of night, where every stitch is a scream, silent yet deafening.
Step lightly, for the dreams are fragile, and the whispers will shatter into echoes, fading into the abyss.
Listen closely as you unravel the threads. Chamber of Echoes awaits your presence.
Beyond the veil lies a truth untold. Through the Dark Pathways.