In the stillness of twilight's embrace, when shadows stretch and mingle, a voice breaks the silence — soft as a sigh, yet clear as a star's glimmer.
The winds carry tales from forgotten realms, tales sewn together with the threads of dreams and echoes of ancient songs. "Listen," they say, "for the secrets held by night are keys to doors unseen."
Step carefully, for the ground beneath is alive with movement, whispering lures of destinations unknown. Follow the path where the mist lingers, and the stars guide you.
Echoes in the Mist | Dances of the ShadowsThe night has eyes — they open wide with curiosity and ancient knowledge. These are the eyes of time itself, watching, waiting, weaving patterns in the dark.