Veiled Whispers of the Portal

The edge of realms, where twilight sings
The echoes murmur secrets of forgotten kings.
In the dance of timbre, a puzzle awaits,
missing pieces carved in shadowed fates.

A realm of whispers, woven in lace
The mystery solstice, lost its grace.
Would you seek, where shadows mend,
A crescent moon lends wings to transcend?

The puzzle calls with a broken silhouette,
Discover the whisper, but never regret.
For in this final tapestry of the night,
Your spirit shall find, the forgotten light.