Shadows speak in whispered tones, a language older than the stars. In the cradle of silence, echoes of forgotten lullabies dance. The air shimmers with the residue of memories untold, suspended like a fragile mist.

Flickering images unfold like petals of a night-blooming flower. Faces, half-remembered, flash across the disoriented screen. You catch a glimpse of a path, entwined with stories carved in ancient bark.

Do you dare to wander where the past kisses the future? Follow the flicker and discover the hidden tales.