In the hollow echo, a melody begins. Silent as the forgotten, it flows like wind among ruins.

Enter the labyrinth, woven from threads of whispers:

The door was ajar, a threshold to nowhere. In its creak, a thousand voices murmured, not yet and nevermore.

The Forgotten Cadence
Echoes of unsung tomorrows await; do you dare listen?

The Hidden Circles
Dance within the spirals of shadow, find what you cannot seek.