The echoes of forgotten realms linger beneath the skin of night.
In the twilight's embrace, whispers weave through the cracks of ancient realities.
The clock ticks, but time is a mere illusion, perpetually caught in a web of its own making.
The cycle continues, an eternal dance, a masquerade of shadows and whispers.
Join the unseen, where the past feasts on the carcasses of dreams.