Twilight Orientation

Once more, the clock tilted its hands toward the horizon, claiming time with its whispered lies. In this hour of gathering shades, we learn to walk paths unseen, where threads of yesterday weave answers into the fabric of our tomorrows.

Have you ever wondered what lies in the shadows just beyond your vision? There is a story there, whispered by those who traverse the twilight, etched into the fractals of thought that curl and dance upon the mist.

In the heart of orientation, one chooses the path not marked on any map. The choices echo in the corridors of fate, as we learn the way of serpents—wisdom wrapped in mystery, knowledge unfolded like the petals of a night-blooming flower.

A voice sings through the darkness, a melody without beginning or end, and suddenly you remember: the story is not yours to tell, but to become.

Find your way to another story, another fragment yet to be woven: Sands of Time, The Dream Weavers.