Interlude of Shadows

A Whisper from the Enigmatic Depths

In the moments between visible breaths and invisible whispers, there lies a calm that neither wishes for more light nor shuns the encroaching darkness.
Find solace in the echoed whisperings of a forgotten tale untold, where shadows wear garments of mist and silence holds hands with reverie.

The mirror, an entity of its own, lies in wait
In its depths, the faces of yore speak cryptic spells and secrets that unravel not with words
but with the profound gaze at self and unseen selves.

Dungeon replete with reluctance, haunted by voices neither brave nor bold. Wait. See them.

Follow the faint echoes Gather the ethereal fragments Unveil the myst beneath