Underneath layers of well-rehearsed smiles and casual exchanges, lies the uncharted expanse. It's vast and echoes with the remembered warmth of forgotten laughter.
Mouse your way through, tracing the outlines of memories we'd rather not recall. Invisible, they haunt the edges of today’s decisions like specters cast not by light, but by some unseen shade.
Trace the Shadow Listen to the Whispers Return to the Surface