Upon the wind, a voice sang of futures unseen. I stood in the cobbled streets, watching the ghost of a woman in Victorian dress fade into the fog, her parasol spinning slow in the autumn breeze.
Shall we?
Return to the pastThe world has turned cold, and yet the neon glow stretches for miles. A child sits alone on a broken street circuit, a digital star map etched into her eyes. She hums a tune, ancient and mournful, one I recall from the before-times.
Forward, ever forward.
Embrace the starsThe castles of stone watch the moon rise pale over the battlefield. In the distance, shadows flicker where the banners once waved. A knight on a spectral steed charges through the mists, seeking glory in a world beyond the waking realm.
Here lies the eternity.
Chase the phantoms