Silence cradles the dark wind, whispering secrets of the fallen. Shadows twist, become water, dissolve into echoes.
Where does the forgotten lattice of silvered tendrils lead? To musings caught in a cobwebbed corner of loneliness.
An ashen moon hovers, dense with memories half-remembered, whilst branches send shivers down the spine of twilight.
A flickering candle dreams, its wax like the memories of those who refused to let go, still breathing amidst creeping shadows.
And in the depths of forests where silence reigns, what remains unspoken vanishes without a trace—find refuge in Whispers and unearth the ebon thread.
Would you dare cross the boundary of the known? There you might discover vistas where the unattainable once flickered. Travel to Eclipsed Paths and witness the eeriest reflections.
Beware, be wary, for in this labyrinth of night, forgotten things breathe.