Pale whispers carried on winds of forgotten realms...
In the twilight's embrace, where shadows sing,
linger the echoes of souls departing.
Once there were voices, now only silence remains;
a hushed confessional in a crumbled altar.
Step through the veil, but tread lightly, for spectres linger.
A flicker of memory, a distant murmur,
elusive as the wraith of a passing dream.