Among the shadows deep in the forest of whispers, where the wind dares not to tread, lies the path most forgotten. A traveler, lost in dreams, finds solace in the echoing calls of the night.
Once, it was told that the stars followed the paths of the lost, tracing lines in the sky like celestial equations written in light. But now, the stars have hidden their faces, and the paths have faded into obscurity.
The cold wind carries whispers of a haunting melody, a siren's song that leads the wayfarer deeper into the folds of midnight. What lies ahead is shrouded in mist, a labyrinth of time and memory.
Seek the Mystic WhispersThe traveler presses on, guided by the light of a single flickering flame, a beacon in the darkness. Where the path leads, no one knows, but perhaps the journey itself is the destination.