*The camera pans slowly*. A silent door creaks, reversing time's lament,
while whispers of forgotten winds press eagerly. Shadows dance!
*The heroine runs*, hands whirl: her hair a cascade of fallen stars.
*The camera pans slowly*. A silent door creaks, reversing time's lament,
while whispers of forgotten winds press eagerly. Shadows dance!
*The heroine runs*, hands whirl: her hair a cascade of fallen stars.
Beneath these threads, *the clock ticks*. A gentle but ominous
reminder that beauty wanes swiftly—those who laugh must someday
weep... The daring hero strides, every footfall a silent drum!
Unlock echoes that tremble
the heart!
Or perhaps the Vault of Madness
contains your stolen breath.