In the hollows of the unseen, shadows flicker and dance upon the remnants of forgotten dreams. Here, the murmurs creep, winding through the skeletal remains of an earth long abandoned. Voices hiss and whisper, entwined in an unending nocturne of sorrow. Do you hear them? The stories of those who tread before, whose steps etched the ground in lines of silent pleading.
The moon hangs low, a pallid sentinel over the desolate landscape. Its glow casts ghastly figures upon the barren earth. They shuffle, they beckon, they breathe in echoes too faint to grasp. There lurks the shadow of truth, a truth so profoundly empty it fills the soul with a chilling lightness.
Beyond the veil of memories lies your path. Follow the whispers, heed the call— let the murmurs guide you to where the earth softly sighs. Enter the Hollow
In the silence, the wind carries remnants of old songs, sung by voices that once claimed dominion over the land and the skies. Listen