Beyond the velvet veil, where shadows conspire with the light, there lies a garden of twisted clocks. Every tick is a whisper—a promise given, yet never fulfilled—imploring the brave to untangle the threads of destiny.
Once tasted, silence becomes the sweetest curse.
Sip from the noise that nourishes your darkest dreams. Clocks shatter, like glass murmurings, upon stones smeared with the oil of forgotten lullabies.
Seek the Lost Echo