No once-cloaked vessels traverse the void without heeding her call. The whispers narrate journeys of destiny and cosmic dance in a paused frontier.
Echoes of the PastTime curdles here, under the dim gaze of unyielding tides. Surreal records merge lifetimes of fragmented shadows and healing light.
Shadows of the Old OnesEach star a crimson artery in the luminescent cosmos, pulsing relic tales of metrical symbology. Dulcet fragrances leave traces upon ribald secrets.
Installed in the Void