Lingering Fires in the Corridors of Time

True contemplation is a path machine-made not but soul-worn.

In the flickering against dusk's embrace, I once glimpsed the path not taken...

Whirls of moments interwoven through smoke. Did you ever stare too long?

These embers carried stories of yesteryears untouched; have you listened before?

The embers whisper
Breaking the Aerпаes Trap

A flick of the wrist, and time cascades through the corridors it itself built.

Have you walked through those solitary winters alone?

In a land where shadows cast by firelight lengthen, I heard echoes of silent speeches...

Elders’ Sooty Hands
Corridors of Old Winds