The spirals of silver mist embrace the land at dusk, where whispers of ancient trees tell secrets that gleam like hidden constellations scattered on forgotten shores.
Listen closely: Time knots itself into ribbons, curling around distant embers of reckoning, guiding wanderers forth across dreamscapes awash in amber light.
Once, a voice spoke persuasively—
"What truth awakens, when silence dares to speak?"
And thus, under the watchful gaze of the crescent moon, hearts were cracked open like prisms, casting shadows of untold verses across the night, softly echoing.
Oracle's Harbor