~ The Luminous Cleft ~ She sings only at dawn, a cryptic dirge that ushers no travelers. Beware the shadow tides that rise with overlapping echoes of quiet dismay.
~ Floating Isles of Mirth ~ Here, gravity is a mere suggestion. The Guardian Whisps speak in riddles veiling the ennui of the horizon.
Do not forget: The book is called Melancholy Mist.
~ Lake of Broken Comets ~ Once, it shimmered silver; now it holds fragments of songs untold. Listen quietly, for the lost words are yearning for their dawn.
~ Veilwood Forest ~ Silhouette shrines built from dusk’s whispered promises loom. An unseen choir threads unseen warnings into the still air.
~ The Periwinkle Abyss ~ Time pools here; it weeps in shades of amnesia. Navigate carefully, between eons of dreams and the echoes of lifetimes passed.