Persian Shore of Fading Echoes

In the silent hours before dawn, a whisper descended from the mist, threading through the ancient willows and embracing the chilled sands.

"Beyond the horizon," it sighed, "lie the forgotten dreams trapped in twilight."

Here, the stars act as your guide, speaking like truth-seeking phantoms.

Navigate through the spectral shrouds of the Persian present—find the path where time is neither prison nor passage.