In the early whispers of Historia Aeternum, one stumbles upon a labyrinth of tales marred by obscurity. The shadows of these narratives cast shapes of enigma, where each figure found holds a key, yet... many keys remain lost.
A legend of stone, crumbled to dust, speaks of the Everland Gate. So, too, does a forgotten text mention a ring of standing stones, and within them, a whisper of the Pendant Guardian. What is this pendant? A vapor shaped by memory, an artifact unseen but felt.
The frostbitten chronicles spoke of quilts stitched by the Moon's glow, weaving warmth into tales untold, where the heroes bore seals crafted of ice and light. Each seal, a riddle; each riddle, a piece of a story that could never be whole.
Somewhere between the lines lies the pulse of these legends—a heartbeat that thrums in silence, longing to escape the confines of time and space...