Once upon a twilight, where skies melted into hues of amber and violet, there lay an age untouched by the hurried steps of time. Here, the air was thick with forgotten stories, woven by the gentle loom of nostalgia.
Beneath the overgrown canopies of whispering woods, secrets languished in sunbeams, tenderly caught in the golden dance of autumn leaves. Such was the realm where enchantments breathed and shadows whispered.
The forgotten realms speak of ancient songs, murmured by the gentle ripples of a silver brook.
Listen closely, and hear how the echoes landscape the remnants of yesteryears.