Amber skies above, whispering secrets of the cosmos. Have you ever danced beneath a veil like the morning mist? Whisk it away and watch the echoes trail. The colors ripple, yet the whispers remain. Curious, aren't they?
This isn't your usual stroll through the park, you know? Here, on the edges of somewhere, the air smells of old books and rusted dreams. And somewhere, a chime rings with no owner in sight.