In the velvet hours before dusk, when the horizon blushes under the gentle caress of waning sunbeams, the wind murmurs tales of forgotten realms. Such stories, cloaked in ethereal mist, dance gracefully upon the tongues of curious leaves that shiver with untold mysteries. Listen closely...
There once was a path, obscured by wilting blossoms and cascading ivy, where time stood still and the echoes of laughter scattered like petals in a dream. Fair creatures of the twilight would often gather here, casting glances into the unseen, their eyes sparkling with the light of hidden constellations.
An ancient tree, its bark a tapestry of time, hold the whispers of these gatherings. You can almost hear them if you place your hand upon its gnarled surface, feeling the heartbeat of the place, a sacred rhythm known only to those who dare to wander off the beaten paths.
Should you wish to follow these whispers further, venture beyond the known and into realms unexplored. A gentle nudge from the breeze may guide you to the Second Fragment or perhaps to the ethereal echoes of the Third Fragment.