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?