Through the veil of reality and shadows, whispers echo, forming the spectral narrative from the portal. Its existence is both a mystery and an enigma, crafted by the shadows themselves.
To step through is to embrace the unknown, to dance with phantoms, and to unravel the tapestry of time. The portal hums with a frequency only the brave or foolish dare to comprehend.
It is said that the portal exists at the intersection of light and dark, of the seen and the unseen. Shadows gather to form its frame, whispering secrets in an ancient tongue, understood by few.
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