Above the ancient gates, where time spins its silken web, the ethereal glow of forgotten whispers lights the dark. Gone are the days of silvered dawns; here, souls drift like luminous jellyfish, eternal in their dance.
A specter of sapphire hue beckons, the tendrils of its glow entwining with the breath of gentle wispfrost. Through these hallowed corridors, echoes the soft murmur of tidal memories, washing over the stones.
In the ever-deepening twilight, we wander, caught in the glimmer of lost tales, lost names, illuminated by the phosphorescent sigh of the universe. Gates creak open, revealing... nothingness, yet a light—ever-burning, ever-blue—flickers just within reach.