In the shimmer of fractured light, an echo speaks,
its voice an ethereal whisper, dissolving into
the embrace of time's hollow corridors.

Are you the shadow that flickers thrice upon the
rim of yesterday, or but a breath upon the
mirror's ever-silent veil?

Venture forth, dear wanderer, into the veil of
whispers at Hidden Glade, or
contemplate the silent shimmer in Fleeting Murmurs.