In the desolate expanse where the sun seldom reaches, nestled among towering pillars, lies Blind Strand. A place of whispered stories, shrouded in an aura of both enigma. Here, ancient edifices stand as testaments to a bygone era, their secrets buried deep within the heart of the barren land. The air itself hums with a palpable sense of foreboding,

Deep within the soul of a sprawling estate, lies a veranda cloaked in mystery. A place where whispers travel on the wind, carrying with them fragments of its lost past. Moonlight strikes through leaves that twist around pillars, hinting at treasures waiting to be revealed. The air resonates with an energy, both captivating. Here, time itself appear