An ancient room, lit only by the glow of distant stars, where shadows stretch and crawl across the cobblestones like whispers of bygone eras. The very air is thick with the scent of aged tomes and the spectral trails of dreams left behind.
In the corners, the threads of fate are woven intricately, binding souls to destinies unknown and paths seldom trod. Here, the constellations above flicker with a language all their own, speaking in circles and lines etched in twilight.
Visit the Ancient Paths or consult the Fate Weavers to decipher the tangled fates we all endure.