Beneath the arch of the eternal mist, a path diverges where echoes weave beyond perception. Enigmatic energies linger, brushing past like forgotten dreams in twilight. Here, the echoes of whispers dwell.
As the mist swirls, the fabric of realities shifts, revealing fleeting silhouettes dancing in the ephemeral light. Each step is a whisper, each breath a memory.
The stars cradle secrets not yet spoken, inscribed in celestial ink. Here lies the portal to mystic realms, forgotten by time yet remembered by those who dare to listen.