In shadows deep, where the echo of footsteps is but a lost memory, The Grotto whispers secrets.
Within its caverns, golden aretes hang like serpents coiled upon an invisible branch.
They catch the feeble light and bind it, in a dance of golden chains and whispered lies.
Beware, dear traveler, for they speak the language of dreams and nightmares alike.
Listen closely, for the gold isn't the treasure—it's the tales wrapped around the verdant silence.
Lost Symphonies of the Abyss