Beneath the quilt of stars, where dreams dare to weave their threads, an old woman whispers the forgotten names. Here, the veil is thinned, where shadows breathe in unison with the night.
As you step forward, the labyrinth of mirrors unfolds; each reflection questions the self. Are you ready to discover what lies beneath your skin? Echoes in the walls guide the way.
The first rite involves no voice, for silence has its own language. A circle of stones holds the time in suspension, a sanctuary from the dawn. Unspoken truths linger in the air.