Echo Chambered

Territory of the Unseen Winds

The winds speak in colors unknown to the eye, tracing patterns across the silent skies.

Peaks dot the landscape, guardians of forgotten songs and whispers.

Wasteland of the Endless Echo

Structures of stone remain, insolvent and unyielding, swallowed by the timeless void.

Footfalls here sing of absence, retelling tales of travelers long past.

Glade of the Fading Memory

Light drapes this realm in a watercolor haze, curling edges of reality into soft folds.

The ground emits a hum, resonating with the pulse of the earth beneath its skin.