Whispered secrets laced with moonlight, brushing the edges of twilight dreams. Beneath the ancient trees that hold the stories of stars, the echoes remember the paths walked only by shadows. Once upon a time, in a moment that had no beginning...
The river sang a sorrowful tune, cradled by the twilight's embrace. Silent voices drift upon its surface, woven through mist and time, calling out to those who dare to listen. Will you heed the song?
In the heart of the night, an inscription of glimmering dew marked the ground: "Proceed with gentle steps, for the mirrors can be misleading."
Thread the Labyrinth