In the hushed corners of forgotten realms, where whispers tread in invisible threads, an echo spins—a phantom in search of its celestial twin.
Here lies a labyrinth without seams, where truth disintegrates into shadows of light. Each maze left uncharted, a witness to solitude’s endless embrace.
The echo, the echo, where doth it flee? A ghostly waltz between the known and the unseen, forever pirouetting in a timeless ballet.