Empires Edge

At the crest where echoes linger long, whispers guard the senescent towers, murmuring their haunting melodies, like the sighs of once-mighty hosts. Here, the winds weave tales of royalty, draping kingdoms in veils of ancient chorus— the lullabies wrought in stars and shadows.

Beyond these crumbling walls, the earth remembers lavender fields, gilded in sunlight's caress, where heroes once tread, leaving imprints in the tapestry of time. Listen, and you might hear, among the silicate cries, the solemn hymn of a kingdom’s promise, etched eternally at the edge of dawn.