In the dim twilight, words lost their meaning and danced like shadows on forgotten walls. Follow them.
Once upon a time, cloaked in the mists of never-ending dusk, a voice called out. The voice was not of a speaker, but of time itself.
It sang a melody, a song of ancient endeavors, repeating like the tide, repeating like the wind, repeating like a heartbeat long dead yet eternally felt, felt, felt...
The forest listened, yet the trees grew silent.
Discover the ConstellationsDo you remember the names, the secrets behind closed eyelids? Names that bring forth light in darkness, yet when spoken, lead to deeper shadows?
They say, they say, they say...
Enter the grove and hear the whispers, or hear them not, and still be pressed against an eternity where words are constant, where words are: infinite.