Murmurs of the Dreamtide

Upon the midnight shores of the aeonian yawn,
whispers entwine with the echoes of forgotten realms.
Murmurs above only seen but heard beneath the ebbs of time.

Crafted in shadows, a voice trails through the mist:

"Darker night holds memories captive,
Keeper of the candle walks the astral verge,
Try you must to find the shift,
Lest the wraiths together munch upon thy mind."

Follow the whispers deeper...

They whisper still...

In the secret glades, where shadows rue the light, an owl shall sit, still as a thought unbidden.