In the yawning cavern of twilight-covered dreams, a shadow once flickered but now rests heavily. It is a locale some call "the hidden truth," but what is hidden reveals itself in riddles painted with sorrow.
Mirrors, once merely reflective, became portals. Each reveals not what is; instead, they distort with malevolent grace, whispering ominous secrets.
Step forth, loneliest traveler. The foged mirror hides not your visage, but fears untold. Behind every glance, an echo. Beyond every facade, a deeper echo that waits to laugh back silently.
Traverse the forbidden pathways to uncover specters of the forgotten— only shadows past LNG retain connection to A forgotten truth. Whispers in the Corridors await.
Harvest the autumn leaves, gather lost voices from the ground in Helena's Hollow. Linger only if you wish to wander through yonder realms where the veil thins.