In the depths of the marshes, where shadows tango with solitude, there lies a secret. A secret older than time, with eyes that have seen. It whispers endlessly, whispers endlessly, whispers endlessly...
Winds carry tales of forgotten realms, their voices a melody of sorrow and enchantment, echoing, echoing, echoing... Through the veil, through the veil, through the veil...
An ancient book, bound in whispering silence, lies under the roots of the primordial oak. Only the brave dare lift its cover. Only the faithful dare understand its whispering." A guardian of memories, a guardian of secrets, a guardian of selves...
Among the echoes, the cryptic phrase surfaces: "Into the light without flame, under the rain without drought". What does it mean? Only the sleepless know.