In the twilight of forgetfulness, the echoes of yesterday slide beneath the waves of eternity. Hearken to the whispers of the lost, where every shadow murmurs tales untold.
Can you see the horizon without eyes? Understand its breadth without measure? Here, the light dances on the edge of reality, a symphony composed by time's gentle hand.
Across this fractured tapestry, the secret language of the shadows begins to unravel. Come, lean closer, and let the silences speak their truths.
Seek solace in the void, for it is a friend to the weary wanderer. There are paths unseen, weaving through the shadows, calling you forth to the world's edge.
Step into the Solstice