Have you heard, in the folds of silence?
A traveler speaks of forgotten paths...
"The way to Yestermorrow is littered with echoes," he says.
Consteria: "Do shadows ever cease whispering?"
Kestrel: "Only when the sun forgets it is a sun..."
Shadows dance upon the walls of memory; once, they were alive, breathing stories untold — tales left unwritten in the silence of ancient tomes.