In the shadowed recesses of midnight, when the moon hides behind the veil of omens, a traveler wanders. The path is obscured, the soil cold and unyielding beneath a cloak of whispered dreams.
Spectral winds carry tales of forgotten realms, wherein time does not tick but breathes in erratic pulses. A heart, once vibrant, now beats in rhythms lost to mortal understanding.
"Who goes there?" a voice murmurs, echoing from the depths of unseen corridors. The answer is silence, a hollow resonance that fills the air with ancient secrets.
Echoes of the Abyss
Cryptic Notes
Silence of the Mystic
And thus, the wanderer walks, beneath a canopy of stars long extinguished, steps echoing in the solitude of the ethereal night.