Parallel Echoes
Shadows stretch across the horizon, murmurs rise from the depths of ancient wells. "Did you hear that?"
Ecstatic confusion mingles with longing, an unseen dance of forgotten glories.
The cavernous void speaks "it consumes us all," soldiers of fate trapped in the dark tapestry.
Flashes of mad laughter ripple through the corridors of perception... where do the echoes return?
Mortality, a fickle plaything, whispers stolen memories to wandering spirits. "Go with the flowing sigh, let the regrets unravel," it beckons.
Can you trace the echoes back to their source?
Unravel the Threads