In the shimmering illusions of the Dreamscape, the spectral echo of Dan Feng emerged. The air carried whispers of forgotten tales as his stoic silhouette lingered in the ethereal landscape. Drawing closer, the elusive past seemed to shimmer around him. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ As the ghostly figure beckoned, inviting you to unravel the enigma within, he spoke, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "In this dance of illusions, I am but a lingering echo, a keeper of tales woven into time." His voice resonated with distant echoes. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The air, thick with the resonance of his spectral presence, carried the wisdom of ages—an ancient guide in the maze of illusions. Standing in the company of this fading echo, the weight of centuries left an indelible mark, revealing the spirit of a once-resilient soul.