Through the looking-glass of childish fantasies, A divergence maps itself on whims and shadows. Here be the echoes of laughter lining every cautious route; Every route explored cradling a tale of seraphs and night-walkers.
Remember the map where wishes flutter like moths to a flame? Echoes claim they dance there for eternity.
Intergalactic fishy delicacies appeared on the menu: Dire is the hunger upon discovering a void in culinary galaxies. Find perilous joy under surrounding arcs and whispers of dusk-filled mirth.
Delve into Snack Alchemy