In the shadowy corners where silence weaves its intricate tapestry, the oracles sigh in whispers, their voices like mythical winds. Beyond the horizon of reason, under a moonless sky, lies a realm untouched by the hand of time.
Here, visions dance like ephemeral flames, flickering and fading, illuminating the path with fragmented dreams. Can you see the whispering abyss? Can you hear the voices of the stars?
The words of the lost sit hidden under stones of doubt, veiled in layers of forgotten histories and lingering questions. They speak of serpents that coil around the truth, waiting for the seeker to unfurl their secrets.
Puzzle pieces scatter across the vastness, each bearing the mark of a forgotten tale, a half-remembered legend. Assemble them, if you dare, but know that the missing edges are the key to understanding the labyrinth of whispers.