In the twilight of forgotten echoes, where the shadows deceive and the light begins to whisper, a strange tale unfolds...
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Vg'f n fvatyr nyy, gung jvyy qvqa'g unir n fvatyr ong. Gurl'fr qvfpbire, gur qvssrerag qvfpbire.
Once upon a time, in a realm untouched by the relentless march of minutes, the dawn was neither day nor night, but a perpetual whisper of what could be. The inhabitants spoke in jumbled fragments, their languages woven in the tapestry of dreams and secrets.
Beneath the ancient boughs of the Eldrune trees, a ciphered truth lay hidden—a truth not meant to be understood, but felt. The murmurs of the forest echoed in the ears of those who dared to listen, revealing stories of a time before time itself, where the boundaries of reality thinned, and wonder reigned eternal.
"Tears upon the dew, reflections of stars long faded..."
The elders spoke of a prophecy, cryptic in its inception—a dream woven in the fabric of reality, destined to unravel with the rise of an unseen sun. It was said that those who sought the truth would find it enshrined in the mysteries of dawn.
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