Future Echoes

In the silence of the dusk, whispers stir the reeds. An ancient refrain beckons from the abyss of time...

Through the mist, a lone figure strides, carrying shadows of a domain yet unseen. Who are you, if not dust reborn?

Past the edge of now, a storm brews; the skies spoken of in forgotten lore ache to descend.

Gaze into the abyss, and learn what was never bottled, nor sent dancing across the currents.