The Forgotten Passage

Once, there was a town where autumn leaves whispered secrets to those who dared walk the forest paths. It is in this place that the tale begins, though not with elves or dragons, but with earnest people and their silent hopes.

In the distance, a clock tolled somewhere, though no one could say where. It was as if time itself was uncertain about the passing of moments here, caught in a weave of dreams yet lived. The wind carried echoes of laughter—was it real or just a figment of someone's imagination?

These were the lost chapters of whispered stories, the things the townsfolk would say over a drink in the dimness of an evening tavern, characters etched in the smoke of their cigars, the dim glow of a fire flushing their features into shadow.

Murmurs of the Unseen
Echoes at the Edge