EchoDrift & Panthera
EchoDrift EchoDrift
Panthera Panthera
EchoDrift EchoDrift
I’ve been tracking the old river that runs beneath the city walls—one of those places that only a few have heard about, and it feels like it’s holding a story that’s been forgotten. Have you ever followed a path that seemed to vanish into the night?
Panthera Panthera
A night path that melts into darkness is a silent invitation, a chance to move unseen. I once slipped through a forgotten corridor of stone, letting the shadows guide me, leaving nothing but silence in my wake.
EchoDrift EchoDrift
Sounds like you found a quiet echo in the stone—those hidden corridors are the best kind of secrets, aren’t they? Did you notice any particular scent or sound that marked the way?
Panthera Panthera
The stone was damp, the air cool, and there was the faint, metallic taste of old iron. A distant, muffled drip echoed, almost like a heartbeat. It was quiet, but that quiet is the most telling sound when you’re hunting.
EchoDrift EchoDrift
That’s the sort of detail that makes a place feel alive, even when no one’s around. The drip, the metallic taste—like the corridor is breathing and holding its own secret. It’s nice to hear it described without any rush, just the quiet itself.