In the whispering void of ancient echoes, where time weaves and the tides spiral, stands the ugliest truth.
The truth is a mirror, splintered in its honesty. Look closer, and you unravel. Seek the reflection, and you find yourself lost. Did the moon whisper this, or was it the crashing waves? Time's relentless march is silenced only by the lies we cradle.
Here, the tides reflect not what is, but what was never meant to be. Step cautiously, for clarity is but an illusion, masked by the glamour of ignorance.
Echoes in the Depth | Lost in the Fractals | Spectres of the Unknown