In the heart of solitude, beneath clouds that pass too slowly, lies the Vale of Whispers. An unyielding silence envelopes the air, but faint echo of bygone worlds tickled the ear.
ᚠᛈᚱ ᛇᚷ ᚷᛞ ᚦᛂ
ᛚᚢᛅᛈᛂ ᚠᛪᛈ ᚦᚺᚽ
The stone walls tell stories in a glyphic dance, hieroglyphs of forgotten tongues. Each symbol an aching whisper of a tale untold, yet omnipresent. The vale urges you to listen, not with ears, but with the soul's eye.
The evening's chill sets bones to shiver, yet the promise of discovery keeps your feet rooted. An enigmatic invitation to a cryptic voyage.