In a realm where silhouettes only assert themselves in the presence of unseen illumination, our expedition begins. A place believed deserted with whispers of forgotten secrets.
A narrow path sprawls ahead, flecked with silver mist as if touching the edges of the universe itself.
It is said the shadows linger in this domain, waiting for unknown revelations. They move, they twist—not reflections of the seen but manifestations of what must be obscured. On this day, a pulse of light, something inexplicable, rendered part of the obscurity.
Love letters to the past devoid of outlines, outlines devoid of substance—cast by invisible sun. What were they before the shadows blurred clarity? Perhaps all that remains is a destination without widespread ambition.
Seeking answers, we traverse onward. Seek the Hidden Light and perhaps a path springs into being, revealing what is never truly lost to those who wander.
In time the silhouettes offer Destination(s) unseen, drifting.