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.
Guardians of Eternal Slumber
They watch the boundaries of dreams, motionless. These creatures are committed to preserving the delicate balance between waking and the realm of endless sleep. Once a spirit become straying, they will steer it back to the correct destination. Their origins are hidden in enigma, recognized only to the few who venture to seek the realities of the endless 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.
Veins of the Grave's Touch
From the abyss ascend these veins, woven from the very fabric of death. They seek the light, drawing them into the silent embrace of the grave. They are the whispers of the lost, a chilling symphony that reverberates through the veins of the world.
- watch| For these tendrils do not discriminate. They reach for all, innocent and guilty alike.
- Entanglement is the fate that awaits those claimed by their grip.
- Flee| Only through unwavering strength can one shatter the link and survive the Touch'.
The Undying Watch
The whispers churn through the void. A presence primordial, a force impenetrable, stands attentive against the currents of destruction. This is the Undying Watch, shrouded yet ever-present, protector of the fragile order that binds existence. Its calling transcends time and space, a profound duty borne by those who yearn themselves to its banner.
For ages untold, they have stood, guarding against the encroaching darkness. Their legion a mystery whispered only to those who truly seek their purpose. click here
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 hung heavy with the scent of honeysuckle and damp earth. A lone figure, cloaked in a deep blue robe, sat beneath the willows' reaching 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, unbidden, traced a path down their cheek, disappearing into the folds of their robe. The willow branches trembled gently above them, as if in sympathy.
They remained there for what seemed like an eternity, lost in their thoughts, the weeping willows offering a silent haven from the world.