The echoes of an owl's cry over the shimmering lake, a whisper in the wind, like stream over stone, carving secrets in the night. Forgotten tongues twist, ancient tales tremble on the lips of the wind, and now, the unmasking. A reflection—dancing shadows, ephemeral and fleeting.
Listen to the tales, woven in dusk's tapestry. Hieroglyphs etch themselves into the mind, each a fragment of a forgotten world. Do you hear the stories? Listen further...
The unmasking journey leads nowhere, yet everywhere. Footsteps on paths of lavender, under skies painted with the brush of a dreamer's sigh. Beyond this... to the next story.