Elysia emerged from the Veil into a realm unlike any she had encountered before. The air crackled with a sense of foreboding, and a chilling mist hung in the atmosphere, obscuring her surroundings. This was the realm of the Forgotten, a place where memories dissolved into whispers and the remnants of lost souls lingered.
As Elysia ventured deeper into the realm, the mist thickened, enveloping her in an otherworldly embrace. She could hear faint echoes, whispers carried on the wind, as if calling out for remembrance. Determined to uncover the truth behind the Forgotten, she followed the haunting melodies of their voices.
Through the mist, Elysia glimpsed the ruins of a forgotten city, its grand architecture now reduced to crumbling remnants. The city stood as a ghostly testament to a once-thriving civilization, its stories silenced by the passage of time. Undeterred, Elysia stepped through the dilapidated archways, guided by an unseen force.
