Whispers clad in twilight's whisper, secrets cradled in the folds of time. Echoes reverberate through veils invisible, shadows breach the quiet walls of space.
The ancients spoke in riddles spun, silk threads stretching between fathoms unknown. Ghosts of yesterdays drift lazily, amidst the corridors of our dreams.
Murmurs born beneath oceans of silence, bleed through to the surface of consciousness. Have you ever wandered amongst these echoes, answering whispers with fiery silence?
Perhaps, you're destined to uncover the anomalies dormant beneath. Perhaps, paths woven of golden strands await your tread.
Interwoven Dreams | Endless Requiem | Constellations of Symbols