The air hangs thick with unuttered words, a tapestry woven from the threads of time. In this silence, a cacophony of echoes calls—voices of those once known, lingering on the edges of hazy memory. Here, the past breathes life into the present, unveiling a mystique untouched by the world's relentless march.
Have you ever felt the pull of something unseen, a tether to the pages of a story yet untold? The echoes murmur, and you recall places you've never been, where shadows cast by a fading sun dance to a lullaby only the stars can sing.