Whispers of Time

In the dead of twilight, when autumn's breath swept cold across the spine of the earth,

a solemn chant arose from the hollows, hidden from the luminous grasp of the stars.

The remnants of forgotten realms lingered in the air, echoing tales of love lost in gloom.

The once-familiar cadence resonates like a delicately spun web,

binding together the sunlit memories and shadowy fears into a tapestry frayed at the edges.

In the hollow, voices murmur the names of ancestors clad in mist, clad in whispers...

Murmurs | Forgotten Veil | Names in Ash