Between the nexus of dreams and wakefulness lies the eternal stream.
Here, in the baptism of twilight, we commune with the Whispers.
Listen—can you hear the echoes resonating through the folds of sands?
By the currents unseen, knowledge slips away like the wisps of vapor upon the breaking dawn.
What ancient rhythms beat within the core of this ocean of time?
The Red Tides speak of destinies intertwined with the fabric of the cosmos.
Remember, as we drift further, connect the echoes and find your truth.
An oracle of forgotten fables resides here, in the deeps of a sheltered future.
Its words float, luminous, across the veils of reality, waiting.
Ask, and perhaps you shall receive, a glimpse through a crack in time.
Discover more mysteries at the Portal of Unknowns.