In a place where whispers echo off the forgotten walls, a shadowy assembly murmurs.
"But can we broker the moonlit veil to invisibility?" asked the specter with eyes like voids.
The second figure, draped in dusk, replied, "The hourglass' sands shift not, but gravity bends here, within our schemes."
Beyond the thresholds where light dares not enter, the creatures of ambition plot. Yet, their ambitions are fragile, like dew upon the morning's breath, destined to fade.
Are we the architects of our own descent? Borrowed Winds
The final figure, barely a silhouette, drew a line in the air. "Here lies the boundary. Cross and understand, or stay and wonder."