Myths, those silent screams echoing through the corridors of existence, carve our very understanding while whispering secrets in the shadows. Within each tale, there lies a doorway—a threshold—to realms unseen.
The threshold is neither an end nor a beginning, but a place of convergence, where the veils of perception thin. Stand before it, and the silent screams of forgotten legends beckon you closer, urging you to cross into the unknown.
Beyond this boundary lie the whispers of the ancients, a language written in stars and shadows, spoken by the void. To step through is to embrace the unuttered truths, to wander amidst the echoes of what once was and what might yet be.
For every myth is a path, a shadowed road leading away from certainty. In its intricate labyrinth, the silent screams guide those who dare to follow, illuminating the threshold with bursts of cosmic clarity.
Will you step beyond the threshold? Enter the Veil
Or linger in the half-light, where the Echoes of Dreams await.