In the hushed corridors of twilight, where whispers of ages past linger, lies the portal.
A threshold not defined by mortal gates, yet eternal, unyielding in its embrace.
Cross, if you dare, into the annals of forgotten realms, where time entwines with space.
Shadows dance here, flickering with the glow of a lost sun, gilded in brooding darkness.
Hidden Ciphers
The tome speaks—will you decipher the whispers?
Spectres' Interlude
Pause, breathe, and listen to their mournful lullaby.