The ravens know the truth, their cries echo a melody, a requiem, a dirge that draws nearer.
In the caverns of memory, shadows weave a tale untold. The dark, it listens. The dark, it consumes.
Every stitch in the fabric of the night is a cry from the abyss. A shimmer of stolen peace rests on the edge, yet, it fades into the void.
The wanderer seeks solace in the embrace of ancient trees, where roots knot in forbidden hieroglyphs—secrets whispered by those who tread the paths unseen.
Follow the echoes: Unit 23: Secrets
Traverse into the abyss: Unit 21: Resurgence