In the recesses of the cosmos, hidden beneath the veil of stars, exist threads woven by forgotten deities. These are the whispers of time, left untouched, unraveling mysteries that dance upon ethereal energies. Do you dare to touch the silence?
Once, in the mirrored depths of an imprisoned dawn, an echo stretches its hand. Secrets prolonged, echoes encrypted in the fabric of webs, fragile yet unyielding. Time, a specter untamed, caresses the secrets of itself.
The labyrinth within the cathedral of eternity calls your name as a prophecy written in starlight. Choose wisely the paths that radiate beyond endless horizons, where truth blooms in sepia colors unrecalled by memory.