The moon has departed but the stars sing a haunting lullaby. Shadows stretch endlessly across the cobblestone, whispering secrets of souls long past.
Deep within the labyrinth of despair, the truth emerges: a glimpse of the inevitable tide washing over the bones of the forgotten.
An invocation, a balloon tethered to darkened sky, reads: reveal thyself in crimson letters etched upon the soul's canvas.
An echo undulates through the night, forming the ugliest truth carved in darkness — the journey never ends.
Continue your descent: Whispering Trees, Dreadful Moonlight.