The clock chimes thrice, an echo in the void. Turn left into the alley where no light dares tread. Here, the language of the ancients lingers, woven into the cobblestones, waiting for the whisperer.
To know the unsaid, one must first unsee the seen. The doorway to oblivion opens not with keys forged of iron, but with words carved from silence. Kneel before the altar of forgotten truths and let the shadows speak.
In the labyrinth of echoes, seek the stone that weeps. Only then will the constellation of secrets align, revealing omens written in the stars of a lost sky.
The Weeping Stone Legends of the Silent Void