In the shadowed depths of the ancient Permian, tales wander like forgotten specters.
Once, there existed a sprawling crimson kingdom, carved of sand and dreams, standing resolute upon an unforgiving canvas. Here, the air was thick with whispers, trails of voices trapped in amber forever yearning release.
Echoes of tales carved upon stone, half-remembered prophecies illustrated with shimmering glyphs, lingered. A kingdom of silent flicker now sleeps, dreamt into being by an aeon's sorrow.
A shadowy figure walks along the periphery of light—a harbinger of untold riddles. When asked, the figure responds with the cadence of dwindled stars:
"Remember, traveler, that which is forgotten sings the loudest amidst hollows." A grim reminder, perhaps, of well-versed fables better left unsaid.
Venture onwards to unravel other paths lost to time:
A doorway remains ajar, as enigmatic as the bonds of echoes frozen within amber. Will you dare cross its threshold, or remain a tethered whisper in the night?