They walked the plane of unsung dreams,
the monolithic shadows of giants lost
to the echoes of silence.
Listen closely in the stillness, and
you may hear their
spectral breath mingle with the autumn fog.
An ever-fading roar in the tapestry of time.
Wander the borders where dusk meets the past,
and find the relics of their lost spirits.
In caves unsheltered by the sun,
in tombs where even shadows fear to tread.
The ancient whispers dwell,
murmuring secrets too dark to know.