Beneath the shadows of an eternal dusk, whispers thread lightly through the tapestry of time. They murmur the secrets of a world long-forgotten by the realm we seek.
Follow the light that dances on the edge of your vision, an illusion perhaps. Yet, it is the clue that guides those daring enough to walk across the bridge of unseen truths.
In the web spun by unyielding time, a spider rests—the weaver of destinies never foretold. Touch the silken strands, and you might hear the echoes of dreams that dared.
The Whispering Woods
Concealment's Embrace
Chronicles through Time