The First Whisper
The bank of shadows strewn with remnants of what was never said. Here, the echoes of feet unknown traverse paths overgrown with desolate silence.
Once radiant gardens now suffocate beneath ashen veils. Lilac calls from the abyss, while mourning doves whisper secrets too fearsome to remember.
Deepening of Terrors
Farther downstream, where waters serpent and unfurl like dragon wings, a howling siren longs for an embrace of torment.
What happens when a hero dreams, but their heart remains in quarries of blood-laden stone? What stories do they see in the sky's twisted loom?