The gateway creaks open in the dim twilight, sunlight piercing the horizon, like an audience's apathy before the reel.

Shadows dance in echoing silence, casting tales upon cobbled stones—hinting at forgotten journeys and half-remembered faces.

Figure A: Clad in tattered cloak, peeks cautiously, their breath a perplexing orchestra—silent yet palpable.

Text Card: "Will they linger, or pass swiftly, like autumn leaves upon a tempest's breath?"

A gentle breeze stirs, carrying whispers of distant shores—a forgotten port where dreams dock before departure.

Figure B: Steps forth, radiant in solitude, with eyes reflecting unseen oceans—invitingly vacant.

Text Card: "Tread lightly, for this threshold divides the known from the whispered shadows of myth."

The gateway shudders, reluctant, as past embraces the present; amidst encroaching embers, the gateway's stories beckon.