Beyond the Origin

From the whispers of mist, the horizon winks, an ephemeral echo of forgotten realms. There, in the hidden folds of existence, lay stories untold - like petals drifting on unseen currents.

What marks the beginning when every cycle renews with a different breath? Somewhere between dusk and dawn, the earth cradles its mysteries, wrapped in the lullabies of stars.

Shadows dance in the light of a thousand comets, illuminating truths that flicker and fade - truths that beckon with the promise of change, yet remain eternally elusive.