In the valley where mountains breathe and the mist never lifts, time has slowed to a reverent crawl. The red sun looms low, impossibly large, simply watching. Towers stretch from stone like relics of a forgotten ambition, their surfaces worn by wind and silence. No one remembers who built them, or what they reached for. All that remains is the quiet, and the feeling that something once great passed through this place... and may yet return.