Within the depths, where the twilight breathes, a mosaic of forgotten whispers resides.
"In the ink of stars, histories etched, then washed by cosmic tides. What are they?"
Palimpsests of a time forgotten, erased by the winds of change, yet traces linger.
An echoing laughter of shadows, a dance of the invisible, a serenade of the lost.
Seek the remnants, the fragments of echoes, in corridors of the unseen.
Will you unravel the enigma? Discover the Fleeting Echoes and their Forgotten Tales.