A fog drapes over the assembled pieces—each fragment a tale untold. You stand at the brink, fingers twitching, yearning to grasp the intangible.
Behind your eyes, a memory lingers: the enticing dance of lights, shadows whispering secrets through the veil.
Somewhere, above the clouds, lies the key. A key that rusts but not with age—an eternal riddle, pulsating, breathing. You are not alone in the
hunt; the unseen forces guide your hand, steady yet cryptic. The game awakens. Follow the trail.