These ruins doze away, oneiromantic. They’ve slumbered for millennia,
yet their structure remains intact. In their torpor, their memories
have dimmed, their significance forgotten, their inhabitants faded.
Ripe secrets are stored in this sleeping mass, hidden wonders for the
taking.
Reaching the Sleepers’ treasures is a hazardous task. Something stirs
amidst the ancient outpost: a nagging fear, a festering phantasm. Not
everything sleeps peacefully here: Who knows if there are nightmares
lurking in this berceuse?
The Sleepers have risen.