In the twilight of forgotten thickets, where shadows weave secrets into the air, a child's voice dreams. "Look," they say, "the stars have fallen to play among the trees."
Time holds its breath here, engulfed in serene silences, yet beyond the laughter lies a maze of whispers. There, the walls tell tales of wanderers, their souls shimmering like ghostly lanterns.
Would you dare follow? Whisper to the winds and see where the echoes lead.
Volumes of dreams gather dust beneath old, watchful eyes. Unravel the mist and behold the truth of shadows.