An old tale tells of the lake beneath the city, where forgotten dreams surface at dusk. Each reflection a whisper, a forgotten echo of what might have been.
The Whispering LakeCertain grains of sand sang at the horizon, facing the city. They held stories of a journey that began with steps too silent to notice.
Songs of the SandsThe traveler found solace beneath the arch of the ancient oaks that lined the riverbank, where shadows danced in the light of memories long past.
Beneath the Oaks