Elysia emerged from the Veil, her eyes adjusting to the vibrant colors that bathed the realm she had entered. This new land was a realm of echoes, where memories and forgotten whispers lingered in the air. The breeze carried fragments of ancient tales, and Elysia felt a stirring of anticipation within her.
The realm was known as Aetheria, a place where the remnants of lost civilizations lay scattered like pieces of a shattered mosaic. Elysia's footsteps echoed on the mosaic tiles as she made her way through the ruins, her heart filled with a mix of reverence and curiosity.
She came upon a crumbling temple, its grandeur diminished by the passage of time. Intricate carvings adorned the weathered walls, depicting scenes of triumph and tragedy. Elysia traced her fingers over the faded engravings, attempting to glean the stories they told.
