In the echoing chambers where time and forgotten whispers dwell, you will find the markings of the ancient. Few will speak of the mapping—a tapestry woven upon the hollow ribs of eternity, tattooed upon the inky void between stars.
Charting the seas of memory, an unchartered map dances above realms ruled only by shadows. Each turn of the wheel echos louder than gentle cries, erecting a labyrinth in corridors where reality grieves. What secrets lie sealed beneath the scarred facade, where only a shapeshifter may tread?
Empires Fall | The Story Untold | Shadow’s Rejoice