Midnight echoes cradled the forgotten street, a lullaby for the unresolved. The portal stood before you, any semblance of reality wavering within its circular embrace. Light bent around it, siphoned into a kaleidoscope of shadows and whispers.
As you step closer, the air thickens, a current—silent, intangible, yet gripping. The world narrows to the vibrant pulsing of the unknown, a fevered heart seeking resonance. You pause, awaiting the inevitable call. It whispers, soft as the tide, a promise too alluring to name, yet fear grips you still.
Should you surrender to its embrace? Eyes—unseen, ancient—watch while the portal's perimeter stirs, a tempest of colors unseen in waking memory.