Beneath the heavy cloak of night, dreams unravel like frayed whispers. In the shadows, figures move with stories stitched from the remnants of light. Cold winds carry secrets, ancient and untold, through the corridors of time's decay.
The moon, a ghostly sentinel, bears witness to the unfolding tapestry of fate. In its glow, the edges of reality blur, merging the tangible with the whispered echoes of what once was and what could never be.
Traverse the whispering walls and uncover the lost hymns of forgotten stars.
Seek the relics of dusk, where time's breath crystallizes beneath the lunar frost.