Shadows twist upon the edge of the void, where echoes of forgotten dreams linger. A path appears, carved by time’s relentless touch, leading into the whispering dark.
“Do you hear it?” she asks, though her lips barely move. The words float, spectral in the chill air.
The light wanes as though retreating from unseen dangers, and the realm before you decays into a tapestry of fleeting stars and half-formed destinies. Here lies the forgotten, the untouched realm where once the sun dared to tread.
Turn your gaze, traveler, to the lost echoes of this forsaken place, where ancient sighs linger in the moss-clad stones.