In the dim-lit void where echoes dare not wander, the ancient loom spins its relentless web. Here, destinies intertwine, a tapestry of shadows and whispers. The moonlight, a distant memory, flickers on a path unseen.
Take heed, traveler, for your soul is but a thread in this endless weave. The raven calls, its voice a haunting melody that calls you forth into the unknown.