In the hushed corners of twilight, where only the brave whispers abide, a tale unfolds. An angel once perched upon the edge of oblivion, her luminescence dulled by time and tide.
Amongst jagged rocks and the whispering winds, she spoke in a language lost to mortal tongues, a melody trapped in the creak of ancient doors, lingering in the breath of forgotten bees.
Listen closely, for the secret is a bird, flapping against the cage of silence, desperate to escape: the truth is a paradox, experienced fully only in dreams.
The Mystic Lantern's Flicker will guide you, or perhaps Echoes from the Vault shall reveal more.