Echoes of worlds are whispered legends, tales half-told. The ink fades. Marginal notes surrender to time.
The wall lines fray, and the door to nowhere hangs ajar. Seek shelter in forgotten places.
In corners beyond sight, dust gathers on words, spoken only once before. Remembering becomes obsolete.
No more questions, only remnants of what was. Shadows dance around what never was.
Enter the Corroded Tapestries Chase the Illusive Light