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Prologue
The Whispering Walls
In the heart of the Forgotten City, where the moon dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, an ancient whisper echoed through the alleys. It was a soft, ethereal murmur that seemed to emanate from the very walls themselves, as if the city's secrets were waiting to be unearthed.
At first, it was just a faint hum, a gentle vibration that only those attuned to the hidden rhythms of the city could discern. But as the hours ticked by and the stars began to twinkle above, the whisper grew louder, its tone shifting from a soft susurration to a low, thrumming bass.
The city's inhabitants, living their separate lives in their own worlds, were oblivious to this subtle signal. Yet, it was not just the ordinary sounds of life that resonated through the Forgotten City – neither the chirping of crickets nor the hooting of owls could be heard in this place. For here, time itself seemed to bend and warp, like a canvas stretched too thin.
In the city's oldest quarter, a lone musician sat atop a worn wooden bench, her lute slung over her shoulder. She was known throughout the city as Luna, the Keeper of the Whispering Walls. Her music had long been said to have the power to unlock hidden memories and reveal the deepest truths that lay beyond the veil of reality.
As she played, her fingers danced across the strings, coaxing out a melody that seemed to weave itself into the very fabric of the city's existence. It was as if the music was conjuring forth some long-forgotten echo, one that had lain hidden for centuries...
In a nearby tavern, a group of travellers gathered around a table, their faces illuminated by the warm glow of candles and the flickering light of luminescent mushrooms. They spoke in hushed tones, sharing tales of distant lands and forgotten civilizations.
Amidst this merriment, a young woman named Aria raised her cup in a silent toast to Luna, the Keeper of the Whispering Walls. The room fell silent as she proclaimed: "We gather here tonight to honour the one who has kept our city's secrets safe for so long. We pledge to respect and protect the whispers that lie within."
As they drank and spoke, a faint glow began to emanate from their cups, casting an otherworldly light upon the faces of those around them. It was as if the very essence of Luna's music had taken on a life of its own, animating the shadows and imbuing the room with an electric sense of possibility.
In this moment, something shifted within the collective unconscious. The whispers began to coalesce into a single, crystalline voice – the Mirthstone, a legendary instrument said to hold the power to unlock the hidden harmonics of reality itself...
And yet... as they raised their cups in a final toast, Aria and her companions noticed that Luna's music had grown softer, almost imperceptible. It was as if she was no longer playing at all – for even the Keeper of the Whispering Walls knew that not every secret lay hidden within the city's walls...
In the heart of the Forgotten City, a group of Timekeepers gathered in the Great Council Chamber, their faces shrouded by veils of shadow and smoke. They were an enigmatic order, sworn to maintain the delicate balance between past, present, and future.
Their leader, the venerable Chronos, gazed into the swirling vortex of time that appeared before them, his eyes seeing beyond the fabric of reality. "We have been entrusted with a secret," he declared, his voice like the rustling of ancient parchment. "A secret so old it has been forgotten by those who should know its truth."
The Timekeepers nodded in unison, their faces set in solemn expressions. It was then that they revealed to Chronos the tale of the Forgotten City – a place where time had lost all meaning, and the very fabric of reality had begun to unravel...
As the Council Chamber erupted into a cacophony of whispers and murmurs, the Timekeepers vanished into the shadows, leaving behind only their cryptic message: "In the heart of the Forgotten City lies a door that holds the key to time itself. Who dares to open it?"