In the depths of the hidden realms, where stars blur with whispered fog, lies the tranquil chaos of Mirror Falls. Waters that mimic silence scream with every ripple, caressing the edge of being, unraveling threads unseen.
Here, the echoes speak in riddles, the darkness carving tales of unvoiced echoes. Shadows paint tales untold. Do they sing? Do they cry? In the realms of reflection, only the observer breathes a truth found in eternal dusk.
Step lightly across the stone symbols, beneath them, dreams are frozen like midnight dew. Cross over, and seek the shadow village or dare to listen to the murmurs of time.