In a town beyond the endless dark, where lanterns lit the empty sky, stories began to spill like whispers from the sea. Once upon a time, they say, the lanterns held secrets, illuminating paths so long forgotten.
The lanterns would flicker, flicker, and repeat—old tales told by tired voices that grew weary with each tell, yet they could not part. Could not. Could not. Could not.
The streets were echoes, and the echoes were streets, lined with shadows that danced, but where to? Somewhere between dusk and dawn, when all was hushed, all was silent. But is silence ever truly silent?
And so you wander... Nowhere and everywhere. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and forgotten smiles. You stop. You listen. You hear.