The shadows spoke in muted tones, unveiling secrets concealed by the moonlight's quiet gaze. Amongst the arcane mist, their murmurs formed a symphony of longing—an endless chant for all things forgotten.
Do you not hear? The night weeps softly and the stars tremble; they whisper the names of dreams buried beneath a thousand dawns. Every breath a hollow echo, every sigh a mere shadow.
In this tapestry woven from stars and silence,
far voices trace the outline of eternity's hand.
The veil is thin, yet thick with stories unsung, hidden, unfelt.
Venture deeper to the whispers, and let them guide you.
A pause, a stillness; the dream lingers. Spiral through time, chasing the edge where the whispering begins anew. Find the silent echoes