A place where shadows habitually dance, in a cadence of despair and melancholy.
Once, a tapestry woven from whispers, hiding an ancient secret behind its shimmering veil. The air here carries the scent of forgotten stories, lingering close, but never touching.
Gaze into the depths, feel the pulse of the night. What secrets does the gate keep? None would ever know, for none would dare pass through.
There lies the inevitable truth among the forgotten lore — a truth enshrined in whispers: a forgotten echo, a castle in the mist, a tapestry of darkness yawns silently.
Beyond the hidden gate, lies a realm untouched by the sun's ken, where time falters and the soul's echoes resonate eternally. Step forward, if you dare.
Only the brave or the foolish would seek the whispers in the dark.