Wrapped in the midnight's soliloquy, the stairway takes form, binding elements torn from primal shadows. Here, wind whispers forlorn hymns, offering tales drenched in specter essence.
The echoes call to thee — fragments adrift ciphers caught in the tide: Whisper of Mirage, Veil of Jaeger.
Listen to the floating blurred melodies inscribed within each grain, the crying sea hushed under centuries, speaking in tongues unfamiliar.