Beyond the winding curves, the call of the unseen whispers. I've traced the lines of this map endlessly, in the grey twilight where shadows speak louder than words. They say everything hidden cradles a story, a treasure waiting—for lost souls like me or perhaps more deserving hands.
Once, I walked these paths, footsteps echoing against the cry of worlds forgotten. The treasures I found were never gold or gems; they were memories, secrets long abandoned by time and tender reveries held tight in the grip of disappearing light. I carry them with me, etched in the sands of an uncertain fate, a soul tethered between echoes.
There's a place, deep within these corridors of reality, where shadows cradle the sun and night performs its ballad. I long for it—a place I've never seen but know intimately. To reach there, unravel the story woven in these threads of darkness and dawn.
Should you wish to follow, the path is yours to claim, with only your resolve to shine as your guide: Echoes of the Abyss | Truths Forgotten