As the foamy edge of yesteryears recedes, something soft and unspoken unwinds itself beneath the sands, whispering secrets in a tongue not sung for centuries. The future, a kaleidoscope of fragmented futures, shimmers and fades like starlight just beyond the grasp of dawn.
Echoes from Convergences
Waves of Lost Echo
Distant Shorelines
Mirrors ripple, distorting your image just enough to unsettle the soul. Each glance reveals what is, what was, and what never came to be. Futures forgotten linger in the periphery, like ghosts fleeting just out of reach.
In the silence, the tides hum a forgotten melody—a song of worlds reborn and of moments untouched by time. Listen closely and you may hear them call.