The Old Map

Whispers of ancient paths unwritten, shadows echo in the labyrinth, where the sun meets...

The compass needle trembles, secrets sleep beneath the inked mountains, a passage to the

Here lies the unknown shores, travelers' fables woven, in the mist of forgotten

Seek the paths less traveled
Through the Mystic Woods

Beyond the horizon, where the waves whisper tales
To the Hidden Seas

The map remains, a silent guide
Carry the Orb of Truth