In the dim vestiges of a world long past, the echoes of forgotten voices drift through the void. They tell tales of shadowed cathedrals and moonlit corridors, where the air shimmers with the ghosts of old.
"Do not seek, for finding will bind you," the whispers chant, an incantation of lost wisdom. The ground is littered with relics, remnants of an era where hope clung to the edges of ruined dreams.
Beneath the silvery mist, the ancient texts inscribed on crumbling stone whisper secrets in a language known only to the void. The wind carries their lament, a mournful dirge for the silent past.
Venture deeper into the shadows, or perhaps take a respite in the sanctuary of solitude.
Amidst the silence, the stars flicker like distant candles, illuminating the path back to the origin of the forgotten.