In an age-old hush, nestled between beats of a forgotten drum, lies a portal—ethereal and intangibly vivid. A whisper surrounded by an ancient fog beckons, inviting exploration beyond the threads of time.
As the threshold is crossed, eyes meet an endless corridor charted with the footprints of lost wanderers. Monumental doors surface in pools of luminance, adorned with glyphs we no longer speak. An echo of not so distant laughter trickles and fades like the tail of a comet.
Beneath the luminescent rings, the keeper dwells, half-heard through rythms of a cosmic pulse, their presence neither form nor shadow—a custodian of interwoven dimensions. This is a tapestry where the narrative softens into the universe’s unexpressed intention.