In the silence of forgotten ages, a voice murmurs,
"Do you hear the echoes of what once was?"
The wind carries tales untold, carved in the breath of the ancients.
A leaf falls, spinning tales of its journey,
across realms untouched by the sun,
and in its dance, the whisper calls, "Seek the unseen paths."
From the shadows, a figure cloaked in twilight speaks,
"You stand on the threshold, where past and future intertwine."
Their words are a melody, fading yet eternal, lingering in the mist.
"Time is but a circle," they say, "and every step echoes through eternity."
Enter the labyrinth of whispers,
follow the echo to find
the portal concealed in dreams.