The ancient/forgotten/crumbling tomb stood shrouded in shadow/gloom/mystery, a silent sentinel against the passing/unyielding/eternal night. For centuries/eons/generations, it had held its secrets close, a repository of whispers/legends/tales that haunted/chilled/stirred the souls of those who dared approach. Now, as a cold/the biting/piercing wind swept/whistled/howled through the gaping/cracked/broken entrance, a sense of unease/foreboding/dread settled upon the landscape/ground/earth. Within, the dust/darkness/silence seemed to throb/pulsate/breathe, as if awakening/stirring/responding to some ancient/unspeakable/forgotten call.
Protectors of Eternal Slumber
They oversee the thresholds of dreams, unseen. These creatures are dedicated to maintaining the delicate balance among waking and the realm of dreamless sleep. Once a mind become straying, them will lead him back to the correct destination. Their own legends are shrouded in enigma, known only to a select few who choose to unravel the truths of the dreamless slumber.
Guardians of the Hush
The ancient/veteran/forgotten city sleeps. Its streets/alleys/paths are silent/still/tranquil, covered/blanketed/obscured by shadow/darkness/night. But within its heart/core/soul, a select few watch/guard/stand. They are the Minders/Guardians/Protectors of the Silent City, bound/commited/dedicated to preserving/keeping/safeguarding its secrets/mysteries/truisms from those/creatures/beings who would exploit/corrupt/destroy it.
Their numbers/count/ranks are small/few/limited, but their resolve/dedication/courage is unwavering/immovable/boundless. They patrol/wander/drift the city's ruins/remnants/vestiges, listening/observing/watching for any sign/hint/indication of danger/threat/evil.
They are the last/sole/remaining hope/champions/shield of a lost world.
Strands of the Grave's Embrace
From the abyss creep these tendrils, woven from the very fabric of death. They hunger the living, drawing them into the silent touch of the grave. They are the whispers of the lost, a chilling symphony that echoes through the heart of the world.
- watch| For these tendrils do not discriminate. They reach for all, old and sinful alike.
- Oblivion is the fate that awaits those touched by their hold.
- Escape| Only through unwavering strength can one break the connection and survive the Touch'.
The Undying Watch
The whispers ripple through the ether. A presence ancient, a force impenetrable, stands watchful against the tides of oblivion. This is the Undying Watch, concealed yet ever-present, sentinel of the fragile order that holds existence. Its purpose transcends time and space, a solemn duty carried by those who dedicate themselves to its light.
For generations untold, they have stood, guarding against the encroaching darkness. Their ranks a mystery veiled only to those who sincerely seek the truth.
Underneath the Weeping Willows
A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves of the willow trees, casting dancing shadows upon the soft, emerald ground. The air resided heavy with the scent of honeysuckle and damp earth. A lone figure, cloaked in a shadowy blue robe, read more sat beneath the willows' spreading branches, their gaze fixed upon the still waters of the pond.
Their face, half hidden by a hood, betrayed glimmers of deep sorrow.
A tear, unexpected, traced a path down their cheek, disappearing into the folds of their robe. The willow branches swayed gently above them, as if in compassion.
They remained there for what seemed like an eternity, lost in their thoughts, the weeping willows offering a quiet haven from the world.