Echoes of Forgotten Conversations
The whispers drift like autumn leaves suspended in a dream.
A voice echoes in the silence, "Do they listen when you speak the truth?"
Click for a secret code
Time’s fractured mirror reflects fragments of existence. Astral currents bridge hearts unspoken, a dance upon the string of fate!
“If answers are riddles clothed in metaphor, what do we seek in the abyss?”
Unlocking the door to whispered knowledge...