THE ECHOING VOICE

Within the depths of forgotten/hidden/obscure places, where ancient/timeworn/venerable secrets linger/resonate/echo, there exists a voice. Not a sound/voice/whisper heard with the ears, but one felt in the bones/soul/very core of being. A presence/force/entity that haunts/informs/guides the lost and the seeking, a beacon/whisper/phantom beckoning t

It emerged as a faint murmur, carried on the air. A voice, ancient, reaching out from a realm unknown. {Some dismissed it as superstition, others as imagination running wild. Yet, for those who felt closely, it held a truth that transcended reason. It spoke of {forgotten{ realms, of truths hidden from the eyes of mortals. It was a beckon, a glimpse