Beneath the silhouette of yesterday's fable, the wind carries a story untold. A forgotten hymn clings to the branches like dew at dawn, whispering in tongues of old.
Listen closely; the echoes resonate throughout the valleys of time, each note an encrypted message yearning for deciphering.
"When the sun rests, the shadows speak," murmurs the Elder's tale, drifting through the haze.
Journey the Unseen Corridors