In the depths of the evening air, when shadows dance upon the walls, there formed a clandestine journey—a path not taken, yet known to all. Its whispers were music, a symphony of stars gently cradling the weary traveler in an embrace woven from the threads of time and silence.
Each step upon this path tells a tale of forgotten lullabies, songs sung by the moon to a restless sky. These are the echoes of voyages unmade, where footsteps leave traces of light upon dark soil. Remember, dear traveler, the road often unseen is where the heart finds its serenade.
And as one wanders further along, each star becomes a sentinel, every breeze a soft sigh of yearning. Here lies the journey's heart, a place where reality bends softly into dreams, where the night speaks truths the day has hidden away.
Descend into the Dreamfall Chant the Evening Lullabies