Whispers in the Desolate Alley
In the early hours, when the world still sleeps, fragments of unrecognizable murmurs fill the deserted streets. Amidst the echoes, a figure observes, taking note of irregular patterns formed only by the soft step of shadows.
The alleys speak in riddles, revealing a forgotten corridor where memory dances on the brink of revelation. Witnesses remain anonymous, testimony faded into the fabric of silence.
Latest Report: Shadows observed shifting at the junction of West and Solitude as twilight waned.