In the heart of the land where shadows dance with light, lies a meadow swathed in the sighs of ancient whispers. Here, the grass sings softly, and the air carries tales of forgotten times, untold mysteries, and secrets shared only by the ethereal breeze.
As the sun dips below the horizon, the stars awaken, and the meadow becomes a tapestry woven with threads of silver mist and the tender glow of moonlight. Listen closely, and you shall hear the voices—soft, mellifluous, timeless—guiding your steps through the veils of reality.
A path lies beneath the starlight...