Somewhere between dawn and the twilight that never was, there lie pathways obscured by the sands of time. These are not paths of mere geography, but of chronology - the routes left untraveled by tales that never saw their beginnings.
Chapter 7 Antique Whispers - The elders spoke of mirrors that reflect not the present, but the potential. Each glazing surface bore silent stories of "what could have been," if only the prophecies had twisted differently. Would dragons roam the city streets, blending with the bustle like fog on the morning Thames?
Chapter 12 The Forgotten Citadel - Hidden amongst the ruins of an ancient fortress, the roots of destiny tangled shapeless shadows. Between stones covered in centuries' dust, there lay parchments written in tongues long extinguished. A grip of the supernatural realm, perhaps?
The legends do not, and cannot, speak of the Mirrors that see all possibilities or the Citadel of murmurs unheard. Instead, they turn inwards, towards silent pageantry, where lost fates nestle in the cobwebs of imagination.
Chapter 15 Imminence of the Unraveled - The book, as it lay unfinished, whimpers with chapters yet to be imagined. It sighs through lines unwritten, awaiting ink that never arrives. Such is the burden of stories unshared, their protagonists waiting in the wings for curtains unfurled.