Somewhere within the folds of the evening, an opalescent mist curls through the fabled corridor. Voices, barely more than a gentle sigh, trail upon the breeze—tales of yore, hung delicately on the frayed tapestry of whispering winds. Each thread of silence weaves a story, echoing in colors unseen to the waking world.
As you step deeper into the shimmer, corridors shift and undulate with rhythmic pulses. The air is thick with the resonance of histories forgotten; shadows waltz upon your periphery, only to vanish upon inspection. Candles flickering upon the walls speak in tongues you cannot decipher, yet their hush is inviting.
A solitary path unfurls before you—the way it has aways been, leading to gateways adorned with celestial runes. Then, the tapestry unfurls further, revealing intricate patterns that vibrate with the energy of distant stars. A chance to explore beyond, to realms where time is but a transient whisper...