Across the River of Silted Dreams
Beyond the horizon, where the sky kisses the earth in a forgotten embrace, lies a river of memories draped in mist. It's whispered that the waters sing fables of times long past, tales woven in threads of moonlight and shadow.
In the depths, a creature of shimmering scales flirts with eternity, its eyes holding galaxies never birthed. You dare not blink, lest its gaze unravel the tapestry of your own existence, knitting it anew with whispers only the stars understand.
Follow the whispering echoes to the next fable: The Loom of Shadows