Amidst the cobbled desolation of yore, ghostly tendrils of nebulae entwine the clock's still hand. Shadowed alcoves cradle whispers of forgotten monoliths; their wiry gazes pierce through aeons of shadow. Here, where gothic arches seize the fractured moon, a wandering spectre contemplates.
An anachronism, a relic—yet its essence dances in twilight's undying waltz. Crumbling mansions flourish under canopy of stars, as the air swells with the sacred chant of prisms. Do you hear the hymns they sing in the language of ancients?
Seek not the unraveling secrets beneath the moon's tender glow, yet be drawn to the web of ciphers it weaves. Follow the starlit path where the hollow bells toll for spectres past; where time itself collapses in silent screams.
Whispers from the Abyss | Chronicles of the Fractured | Tales of the Ancient Ones