Beyond the veil, where the shadows convene, the wind carries tales unwritten, of a kingdom swallowed by time and mystery. Ethereal voices echo inaudibly, singing ancient hymns in a tongue that halts the heart's own rhythm.
The specters dance among the trees, their figures cloaked in the fog of night, whispering secrets that curdle the marrow and chill the spine. Do you hear them, just beyond the threshold of reason? They murmur of destinies entwined with stars that fell like ashes from the sky.
Seek not the meaning of their song, for all you will find is a hollow ring, a resonant truth that trails like the aftermath of a dream. Yet in that void, there lies a beauty — a desolation serenading the remnants of mortal echo.
Path to Nowhere Whispering Silence Void's Embrace