Illusions of the Sentinels

Through the desolate streets where the echoes of friendship had faded into the shadows, the Sentinels moved, guardians of the realms of lost companionship. Their blue cloaks seemed woven from the essence of the chilly winds that blew through the realms of forgotten bonds and unkept promises. The city around them, once vibrant with the warmth of shared joys and unity, now stood as a silent monument to the friendships that had slipped into the abyss of abandonment, leaving behind the cold echoes of companionships that had once illuminated the paths of shared journeys.