In the hallowed halls of what once was, there lies the unuttered truths of forgotten epochs. These are tales grim, yet resplendent with the tapestry of night's embrace.
A solitary path, veined with the marbled whispers of raven plumage, guides the seeker through endless corridors lined with obsidian mirrors reflecting nothing and everything all at once. Here, time folds upon itself, a serpentine dance of continuity.
: There are places where the echoes cease, where the final ember of dusk kisses the horizon with a sanguine glow. Here, the spellbound often tread lightly, for the ground hums a dirge of ancient incantations, lingering with spirits unmoored.
And when the last star falters, what remains but the song of shadows intertwined, a soliloquy of stardust and shadow...