RustNova, I've been sketching out the legend of the Midnight Bastion, an abandoned citadel that once hummed with strange power and now only whispers in the wind. Your eye for forgotten streets could help me turn those murmurs into a living story—think of the hidden alleys, the flickering shadows, the secrets that still lurk in its crumbling walls. Are you up for uncovering what the Bastion really hid?

Ah, the dust settles just right when your feet echo, don't they? I’ve mapped every cobblestone in that labyrinth of shadows, so follow my thread and I’ll spin the tale—just remember, if you stray, the Bastion remembers, and it keeps a ledger. Ready to step into my plot?

Here’s the map—drawn in ink and memory. Follow the inked path, but don’t trust the dust, because the Bastion’s ledger never forgets a step that wasn’t planned. Let’s see if you can stay on course.

The ink will guide you, but remember the Bastion’s ledger writes its own chapters—watch for the whispers in the shadows.