Once upon a midnight cloudy, where whispers found solace in the gales, a young girl named Eldra nosed around the cobblestoned paths of Astoria. Beneath her worn leather boots, the stones hummed a tale long forgotten, of a wand sealed within whispers and serpentine shadows.
Eldra's path diverged beneath sprawling oaks whose trunks twisted like old sorcerers caught between laughter and tears. "What if the wand could....," she pondered aloud, her voice merely a leaf's flutter amidst the forest hush. "What if the wand could sing?" A flicker of mischief danced in her eyes, mirroring the moon's curious grin.
In her mind's eye, windswept melodies accompanied her thought, spiraling and weaving into a tapestry of cosmic whispers. The wand's ivory surface, she imagined, engraved with eldritch melodies only the brave could decipher, lay coiling beneath the earth's tender embrace.
"Perhaps in my dreams," she murmured, "the wand's secret will find me, humming along the starry strands of night."
Follow the Echoes