Within the serpent's garden, rusted memories lay hidden beneath layers of dew and shadow. The ground hums with echoes of symphonies, old as time itself, calling forth the echoes of a past entwined in dreams.
An ancient tree stands sentinel, its roots grasping for stories whispered into the void. Leaves tremble at voices only they can hear—worn words etched into the bark like celestial alignments of a forgotten age.
In the cathedral of stone, echoes of eternity reverberate through cracks, mapping invisible paths to the goddess of solace, who slumbers beneath her veiled sanctuary.