In the silence, where whispers weave through the endless corridors of time, lies the forgotten realm. Here, the shadows dance upon the waning light, tales carved in the twinkle of desolate stars.
Once, the fables breathed, their lifeblood heartbeat-like, in the echoes of a twilight that never faded. The dreamers roamed, seeking the last remnants of these tales, their presence like a lingering sigh in the autumn mist.
Seldom will you find solace in the cradle of twilight, where the restless drift like lost souls adrift an endless abyss.
Every breath between the heartbeats reveals another secret, another sigh, a whisper begging not to be forgotten... Seek the memories in the labyrinth, flee to the veil of silence, and perchance you may uncover the restless dreams.