As you tread upon the path less illuminated, the stones beneath whisper secrets of those who ventured before. Their voices linger, ethereal and hollow, as if grasping at the edges of a memory long since faded.
The air hangs thick with a sense of foreboding, yet it is sweetly inviting—enveloping you in a shroud of velvet darkness. Here lies the entries to a world forgotten, where the gates of time creak ominously with tales untold.
You find a doorway, obscured by the weight of centuries, leading to whispers entwined with shadows. The light barely pierces through, revealing ancient runes etched by hands no longer mortal. Each sign a reminder of the paths taken, of the journeys ending, and beginnings masked in sable hues.
Would you dare caress such words with understanding? Or shall the mysteries of this place bind you in unforeseen ways?