Beneath the lunar glow, a tapestry of whispers weaves through the nocturnal breeze.
Here lie the shadows of thoughts not yet born, curling like smoke in the veiled twilight.
Have you heard the secrets of Echo's Lament where echoes dare not tread?
Or the tales from the Veil of Starlight, a realm untouched by time?
Listen closely, dear wanderer, as the ground hums beneath your feet with tales of realms
only the brave hearts have seen - where whispers grow limbs and shadows clasp hands.
Does the silent wind speak to you as it speaks to the Watchers on that lonely peak?
Understand this: each step you take on this unfamiliar path is a fragment of a dusted
memory, a note in the cosmic symphony.
The shadows long, the whispers deep, and the truth - well, is it ever what we seek?