Upon the graying shores of Ġen era, where the murmurs of forgotten dreams dance like silhouettes under the moonlight, a scatter of crimson leaves speaks in hushed tones of a presence—the revenant. Wrapped in shrouds woven from whispers, it hails from a time of faded elegies and gentle deceptions, where every wave beckoned a step beyond the known, into a realm adorned with the dewdrops of untold stories.
Loneliness was an old friend to the revenant, cradled in the arms of the eternal dusk, his eyes mirrored the silence that once sang to the stars. Echoes of laughter, sounds of forgotten festivals, all linger like ghosts in the dim alleyways of the past, underneath the cobblestones where moonlight turns to liquid silver.
Beyond the horizon, where the sky unfurls its canvas, crimson streaks etch the biography of the departed sun, as it burns away the shadows with bittersweet ardor. Beneath this spectacle lies a path unwritten, destined for the revenant—a dance upon sands kissed by the starlight, each footprint a testament to journeys anew, forgotten once more. Return to Silence's Embrace
Time stretches languidly here, swaddled in tendrils of remembrance and nostalgia, where each tick reverberates within hollowed shells—seashells that carry laments of sailors long forgotten, their songs fading into the ocean's heartbeat, resonating with the revenant’s eternal vigil. One more glance, one more sigh; ephemeral yet infinitely present, the revenant wanders, waiting for the dawn beyond the Glistening Veil.