Through the lens of the curving glass, echoes of forgotten eras whisper their secrets. There was once a scholar, named Elowen, who traversed time not by the ticking of clocks but by the inward gaze into glass.
"The past exists not in records but in the shadows cast by future light," she murmured, lost in a trance.
One evening, while the sky draped itself in hues far from earthly, she saw a portal—a shimmering veil suspended between dimensions. Stepping lightly, she ventured through and found herself in a realm where the sands of time swirled like dandelion seeds in summer wind.
What did she find there? Worlds woven with the threads of dreams, where each grain of sand held an entire universe. Time, as we understand it, did not hold sway here. Instead, moments unfolded like petals revealing hidden stories.
To learn more about Elowen's journey into forgotten realms, visit the Lost Sands or view the Echoes of Glass.