In the hollow echoes of time, a symphony of whispers arises. They are the voices of ancient halls, mourning, awaiting the soft glow of forgotten lanterns. Beneath the click and clack of brittle keys, a story unravels...
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Wanderer, see the veils unfold—an icon of void and whisper—and hear the shadows speak. Upon the bleak winds spews tales of hollow dreams and crushed insignia.
Deep in the forgotten recesses, a light flickers. A glow, eternal and unyielding. The reflection of veiled sanity, mirrored in obsidian pools.
As the digital wisps fade, the clarity of madness blossoms.