A whisper travels across the midnight breeze, the moonlit grove casting celestial shadows.
Figures shift, faceless yet known, grasping at the tendrils of lucidity like blind seers.
— The book of forgotten tales lies ajar; a golden feather falls silently upon a page titled "names undeciphered". —
Amidst the weave of stars, laughter echoes. Was it joy or a specter of past mirth?
Paths, converging yet untraveled, unfold eagerly, whispering secrets to the weary wanderer.
Enter the labyrinth: The Steps Unseen
— A melodic chatter of clocks ensues as timeless half-truths undulate beneath shadows. —