In the depths of spectral glass, stories weave, tangled threads from unknown origins. Remnants of whispers, echoes of steps never taken, linger just outside your reach...
"Seek the realm where shadows converse," murmured the reflection of a stranger, her lips curling into an enigmatic smile. "There lies the traveler’s dimension, mirrored illusions."
Doesn't it feel strange? The stories they never told...
Journey into the Dreamscape | Listen to the Shadows Converse