"The echoes, they never quite leave, do they?" she whispered, almost expecting the dark to reply.
Imagine a world where tacticians unravel the fabric of reality thread by thread. A place where each thread is a whisper, a secret kept under the silent screams of the night.
Have you ever felt the need to weave your path, to become a strategist in your own labyrinth of fate? The darkness here is thick, but it listens.
Find the hidden word: T _ _ _ _ _ [Hint]