The Doorway of Shifting Whispers
Once in a serpentine phase, the whispers untangle into threads of forgotten dreams. The lights flicker not from power, but from the echo of a memory. In this realm, the sands speak in riddles, and the horizon bends to the silent melody of our thoughts.
Here, the past dances with tomorrow, and the present is but a mere illusion. You may hear the rustle of unseen wings or catch a glimpse of shadowy figures moving with the fluid grace of water.
A path opens before you, not of earth, but of ethereal light. Will you step through? Or is stepping back an option unheard of?