In the dim corners of forgotten time, where silence wades amidst the chorus of stars, there sits a story unfellowed by mortal pen. Its chapters, whispers tangled in the wind, speak of lost realms above and below.
"If only the rivers knew where their silted banks lay..." murmured the shadows, as twilight cast their inked silhouettes across the moonlit alleys.
Some say the air vibrates with the spectres of unspoken words, crafting letters in the dust of histories untold. An echo here, a reminder there—corners of the cosmos crisscrossed with the narratives that dare not breathe.
In dreams painted with a brush of stardust and solitude, the fleeting glances of ephemeral beings tell of lands beyond glimpsed horizons, where existence is but a memory of what was and what could never be.
Venture into the Myths