Beneath the canopy where the shadows mix with whispers, an ancient tale waits
for a breath of life. Not from the mouths of those who walk the streets,
but from the very stones lining those forgotten paths. Within these stories
are pledges—unarticulated, murmuring under the crackling fireplace of history.
Bards sang long ago of entities unseen, ethereal, casting veils
upon what once was light. In the cavernous echoes, secrets were cast,
each pledge encrypted and time-worn, nested deep within the heart.
Who else, but the doomed traveler could unravel this tapestry?
Your path is set before you, yet it remains unseen. The cobbles beneath
your feet omit a muffled narration of time, echoing silent promises
swathed in mist, echoing futures past.