Through shadowed corridors, where lanterns flicker in the breeze of forgotten whispers, lies a portal woven by time's embrace. Here, echoes meet, their tales mingling in the ether that sways like a ghostly waltz.
The air is thick with the scent of ancient wood, lingering like a memory, untouched by reason or rhyme. Step forward, and let the whispers guide your steps, for they know paths hidden from the waking world.
Enter Forgotten Realms Echo of Revelations