Within the shadows of twilight, where the horizon swallows stars, an empire of silk and sighs stretches across the abyss.
Painted in the dreams of sleeping giants, its walls echo with the hymns of departed winds. Here, time is but a suggestion, drifting on the tides of memory. The forests bloom in colors unseen by waking eyes, and roads of light weave invisible paths for wandering souls.
Whispers of the Past