The clock strikes an hour that lost its sense, as shadows the color of midnight stretch across the deserted lanes of this obfuscated town.
Herein lies the echoes of footsteps not meant to be heard, leading towards doors that were once passages to forgotten memories.
To reach the old chapel, turn left at the border between dusk and dawn, where the unseen gypsy whispers to the ravens.
Continue straight through the thicket until you spot the ghostly silhouette of a merry-go-round dancing under a pale moon.
When you arrive at the statue of the owl with a pendant, proceed three steps back into daylight, then realize that forward is behind.
The wind carries tales of those who dared venture, tales that never were, never will be, but always are. Somewhere, a bell tolls without sound or reason.
Wander further: Raven Paths | Discover solitude: Echo | Enter twilight: Cobwebbed Steps
Gaze upon the path that is yet to unravel beneath your footsteps, and hear the whispers that always were, just out of reach.