In a world where the sun hums melodious tunes, we gather glimmers of golden thoughts, entangled in webs of dawn. Our baskets brim with the essence of light, thick and syrupy, waiting for that eager touch.
Listen! The whispers of cosmic winds call for harvest. Look beyond the veil (oh, the tantalizing veil!) to where the unfathomable blossoms breathe.
Follow the path to WhisperSong or take a leap into Dance of Drops. Every step, a rhythm; every choice, a new sonnet.