In worlds unseen, where the twilight always lingers, resonant echoes of forgotten lore drift like specters. The ancients spoke—words etched on sand, washed away by indifferent waves. Does meaning persist beyond recognition, or is it merely an illusion we chase in the dust of dying stars?
Beneath the ever-fading light, realms lie hidden, where time unravels amidst crumbling architecture of dreams. Here, the boundaries blur: reality is what you imagine when all else decays. Through the keys of perception, unlock landscapes of requiem, yet be wary; the past is a labyrinth, old as the universe itself, rich with silence.
↝ Wandering through the perpetual dusk, a flickering memory whispered, echoes from distant shores, and voids untraveled. What was once lost may never truly leave—or so the shadows argue.