Whispering echoes of forgotten domain,
weave timeless shadows, like forgotten frames.
The clock ticks backward, or so it seems,
reflecting faces that were never seen.
Auroras dance on crystalline lakes,
beneath skies that murmur with secrets.
You walk paths not made by feet,
but by stories whispered in the twilight.
The wind carries promises—
fragrant blossoms untouched by time.
Touch the sound, feel the dream,
for waking breathes life into illusion.
Would you linger here, in this echoed shrine?
Or seek beyond the mirrored veil?
Follow the link, lose your way,
find yourself among the echoes.
Enter the Mirage
Year of silence, of unseen light,
where every note is a memory in flight.
Pause, and listen; time spins in place,
weaving legends in delicate lace.