In the twilight of thoughts lost, the shadows stretch.
Fossilized words, encased in dreams of dust, whisper.
A path untaken:
"The murmurs of the ancients speak in riddles."
Have you heard the call of the winding passages?
Follow the WhispersTime is a non-linear dance, steps echo in the hall of eternity.
"Truths, hidden beneath layers of reality, await the seeker."
Shadows blend, and the labyrinth unveils its secrets.
Call of the Echo