In the dusky corners of forgotten realms, where twilight lingers and dreams intertwine with reality, whispered secrets in the wind speak of the ethereal sleeves.
Once adorned by a celestial maiden, these sleeves were woven from the gossamer threads of moonlight and starlit whispers. They danced with the gentle pull of the night breeze, showering the earth below with flecks of dreams unfulfilled and hopes unwritten.
But alas, a time came when the sleeves, heavy with the weight of unspoken tales, slipped from her shoulders. They fell silently into the embrace of the world, seeking solace among the ancient trees and the murmur of the rivers.
Their presence is felt, though unseen, in gardens where roses weep dew, in words of love unsaid, and in glances that linger just a moment too long. So, the nightingale sings, and the wind carries her song: "The sleeves of twilight fold over you."
Wouldst thou wander the path they tread? To witness the echoes of their flight?
Follow the Echoes | Woven into Night