In the beginning, beneath layers of electric whispers and static crackles, there lay the story of a forgotten place.
Some say they were gods, some claim myths. They disappeared into the veil of digital snow, leaving imprints in twilight shades.
There was once a boy, Lucas, sitting beside his grandmother's radio. The ancient device hummed like a slumbering dragon, often pleased to share its cryptic folktales.
His question was simple, but its implications were profound: "Where is Eldoria?" The radio replied in various stutters, each a note in an unplayed symphony.
Days turned to nights as Lucas continued to listen, crafting maps in his mind, tracing invisible lines where the radio's voice guided him.
He imagined the ancient pathways, marked by ethereal trees that shimmered under moons unseen by the waking world.
Forgotten Voices in the Hidden Echoes