Lost Dimensions and the Dance of Enigmatic Orbs

A city of whispers beneath the undulating echoes of time. The streets are paved with stories spun from the threads of past futures, where bricks hum softly with forgotten chants. Down each alleyway, the air thick with scent of smoke from the fires of long extinct utilities, past reminders of what could have been.

Orbs igniting the dim sky overhead, their light reveals glyphs that thrummed steadily against the veil of reality. Touch them, and you unravel tales told by ancients who slip through the magnetic cracks of elusive continuum.