In the twilight of whispering leaves, a melody drifts—
Once sung by voices of the wind, it weaves between the branches, pulling at threads of dreams untouched. Light dances just beyond reach, enticing fools to dance with shadows.
Where the air hums with unsung echoes, paths reveal themselves, laden with mystery. Listen closely, dear traveler, for the song knows secrets hidden even from time itself.
The song once lingered upon the lips of old gods, below forgotten altars in dreamscapes woven of sighs. Listen, for the notes tickle the marrow of silence itself.
Step lightly, for the ground sings, and the trees hush secrets only the brave dare unveil.
Navigate the echoes and find forgotten paths in realms unanswered. Seek the hidden, and find solace in the unseen: