Portal of Voices
The time has come, when the clocks stood silent, and the air grew still. Shadows speak in tongues no longer seen, and the whispers beckon from the darkened portal.
In the slant of the moon's silvery glare,
I found a forgotten name,
inscribed in dust and echoes.
Bear witness to the unseen,
for the portal opens not with force,
but with the gentle push of decay.
Enter here to discover corridors woven of forgotten dreams and rusted memories.
For the lost tales of the Marrow Guardians, venture this way.