The Weaving of the Lamented Map

On forgotten slopes, the Valley of Stilled Echoes unfolds: a secret kept among whispers of the carbonated winds. Rivers of sand stretch like molten pathways leading to the abyss.

The sky painted in hues of unbearable forgetfulness watches from above. Routes that do not exist, echo through corridors yet unwalked...

Orchards of Mirthless Delight harbor unbroken laughter beneath storms unseen. The path curls like forgotten memories grasped by skeletal hands once more.

Enter the Grotto...
Ritual Among the Trees