Driftwood Avenue, where echoes of silence form unspoken words, stretching where sand meets forest — a path called the Quietus.
A map's silhouette against the twilight, shadows of the unknown creatures lurking beneath.
Map of the Invisible: a place where the unseen structures gather, confluence of luminous fog and whispers of wind.
Onward, to the Coralline Shallows, where fish converse in broken dreams and the tides come in like forgotten lullabies.
The Galax Sea Gate stands resolute, a portal made of dreams and time, whispers of wandering men echo through its arches.
Enter the Secret Door Pursue the Echo Trees