In the twilight's gentle grasp, the air carried whispers of stories untold and paths untraveled. Here, moments were carved in silence, shapes formed by shadows and soft, lingering light. It was a place where time tangled itself like threads of fate, weaving destinies unknown.
The old stone lay at the heart of it all, a silent guardian of secrets buried deep within its cold embrace. "Elders of the twilight," it seemed to say, "have woven this moment in stone."
As the sun dipped below the horizon, the shapes danced around the stone, casting reflections that sparkled like distant memories. Among them, a figure emerged, cloaked in the hues of night—the Keeper of Twilight.
"What brings you to the edge of time?" the Keeper's voice echoed, a melodic harmony with the rustling leaves. "Do you seek the paths of light or the shadows that dwell beyond?"
Follow the Echoes