In the very marrow of the forgotten cathedral, amidst echoes of chants long ceased, lay the legend of the crimson dots. These dots, unseen yet felt, drift through realms devoid of the sun's tender mercy, casting shadows upon the luminescent spectres of a bygone era. Does the raven know? perchance upon Yonder tower, it shrieks revelations in tongues unfathomable.
Wanderers of the night, clad in cloaks woven from shadows, speak in whispers of these dots. Nobly positioned between two worlds, one forged in fire and brimstone, the other in dreams and whispers. Those seeking the dots are said to have walked the grim pathways carved by moonlight, their feet tracing sigils unknown even to the ancient stones.
Scholarly accounts found in dusty tomes indicate that these dots serve as gateways; flickering anomalies in time's tapestry warp, where one can momentarily grasp the lost echoes of yesterday and the murmurings of undiscovered tomorrows. It is told that once afoot in this realm, the wanderer's eyes shall perceive what once was, and what could yet be.
Shattered Dimensions