In the dim-lit entrance where whispers hold the rain, you will stand. The ground beneath is painted with symbols of ancient stories, echoes of the forgotten. Surrounding you, a silence that is almost tangible, feels alive, feels knowing. Each step forward is a descent into veils unraveling secrets just beyond the flicker of light.
First Rite: You are to capture your shadow at high noon, when it stretches long against the burning sky. Hold it, cradle it to your heart like a forgotten child. Only then will you understand the weight of invisibility.
Second Rite: Seek the cavernous garden behind the Silver Gate, where the moon whispers to the wildflowers. Pluck the petals of the night bloom, count them until sleep claims you, and remember their names.
These tales are told by the fires of forsaken temples, where the starlit congregation hums ancient hymns. Among them, the tale of Verdant Silhouette, a shadow who dances at the edge of dream and reality.
And as you wander through the tales, remember to follow the paths inked with shadow, for each holds a truth veiled in midnight's embrace. Brave the nights, shatter the illusions, and the dawn will spell your new name.
Revisit the Labyrinth of Memories When Dusk Arises