Beneath the gaze of twilight's embrace, where the horizon kisses the eternal sky, voices untold drift like lost feathers.
"Seek not the path, but the echoes of the pathfinder." murmurs a breeze sharp with ancient lore. Its song weaves through the tapestry of stars, secrets etched upon the whispers of time.
Listen—can you hear the murmurs? They weave between the shadows and the light, carrying the dreams of a thousand night skies.
Venture forth into Echoes or The Veil, and let the winds guide you through realms unseen.