Beneath the pale glow of a waning moon, shadows danced upon the cobbled streets of Morwen's Hollow. An echo of a whisper—a forgotten incantation—resonated through the mist, an invitation to the unknown.
Within the heart of the village, a monument stood, carved from obsidian and veiled in ivy. It bore inscriptions in a tongue lost to time, and legends spoke of dreams trapped within its core.
"There lie the dreams of those who dared to dream too deeply," she murmured, her voice a thread pulled taut. "Timeless, and yet... not for the waking world."
All paths lead to the forgotten archway, where the door to another realm lies ajar. Will you dare to traverse these corridors? Follow the echoes or enter the crypt.