Beneath the endless canopy of celestial whispers, a lone figure drifts through the silver haze; contemplations woven from the moonlit threads of time.
In these realms, shadows play tricks on the dusk — a dance choreographed by the secretive tide, serenading stones that echo only silence.
Follow the whispers to the Reverie of Murmurs or allow the shadows to guide you to the Graceful Hysteria.