Through the veils of shimmering glass, the Watcher gazes. Like ripples across an unseen pond, words transcend their origins. Here lies the narrative caught between worlds—a message inscribed in the language of forgotten realms.
"Situated in the penumbra," it begins, "beyond the third fold of the violet expanse, lies a convergence—a meeting of aeonic whispers and celestial echoes. Have you seen the dance of colors that sings to the void? Shadows paint stories that your eyes may not wish to see."
The Watcher's voice is disembodied, enshrined in the mirror's surface. Reach out, and you may glimpse what lays beyond the horizon of human understanding. Or step back, and remain forever in the light-drenched sea of your reality.
Enter the Whisper