In shadows woven by time's gentle hands, a whisper called through the corridors of dreams. It spoke in the language of forgotten echoes, a tapestry of past lives.
A flicker of thought, a bead of rain in the ocean of eternity, told of a realm where the sun's kiss never graced the horizon. Here, the ground breathed a sigh of memories lost to the ancients.
By the edge of twilight, where the world folds into itself, lay the remnants of a kingdom. Gilded towers, crumbling beneath the weight of sleep, stood sentinel in the mist-shrouded vale.
And yet, in the creaking silence, the voices speak of a time when stars danced fervently in the dark tapestry of the universe.
Do you hear them?