In the year of the forgotten sun, the town of Eldergrove slumbered under a perpetual twilight. Its cobblestone streets whispered tales of a time when laughter echoed through its alleys, now only the rustle of leaves carried the memory of voices long silenced.
Amidst the labyrinth of crumbling walls and ivy-covered roofs, a solitary figure traced the outlines of ancient carvings. Each mark was a story, a moment captured in the embrace of stone, waiting to be remembered. The figure's fingers danced over the grooves, seeking the warmth of forgotten lives.
Once, there was a garden here, vibrant and wild, bursting with colors that flamed in the sunlight. Now, only shadows remained, flickering across the skeletal remains of what was once a sanctuary. The air was thick with the perfume of nostalgia, sweet and suffocating.
Follow the echoes Whisper your secrets