Ebon whispers float like mist across the forgotten plains, the old world breathing through cracked earth and scattered stones. Shadows hold tales steeped in twilight ink, where words dissolve and only essence remains.
In the alcoves of dreamless nights, secrets unfurl—patterns drawn by unseen hands. An embrace of silence sings a low, haunting melody, wrapping around the marrow of memories not yet forgotten, nor truly remembered.
As moonlight trickles through the vines of perception, listen. Hear the echo of time's gentle touch, a reminder that existence is but shadow play on the canvas of night.
Shards of Memory The Oracle Centuries Whisper