In the twilight of a realm draped in ethereal mist, footsteps danced upon an alien shore. The grains of sand whispered tales of unfathomable depths, where truth slumbered beneath the ceaseless murmur of spectral waves.
Among the flickering shadows, cloaked figures roamed, their faces obscured by the veil of night. A hush fell upon the land, and in the silence, the truth began to unfold like the petals of a cursed rose blooming under a blood-red moon.
The ancient stones, covered in veils of moss, bore inscriptions that only the wind could decipher. A voice, neither male nor female, conjured secrets of eons, weaving through the darkness like a silver thread through the fabric of existence. Each syllable a drop in the ocean of eternity.
Follow the Echo