Among the dream-laden valleys, a silent echo lay in wait. The gilded antlers of the refuge peaked through mists, casting fleeting shadows on stories untold. Listen closely and the melody will guide you.
Beneath leading stars, whispered secrets roam in ancient tongues. They curl like smoke in candlelit rooms, fleeting and enigmatic, seeking refuge in the hearts of wanderers.
There, in the sunken alcove of the heart’s land, lies a slumbering truth, gilded in oblivion. Breathing luminescence dances across blue strings of whispers, reminding us of our journeys.