Once, when the stars wept silver threads, the labyrinth of forgotten whispers opened. Here, the sound of sand slipping through forgotten gyre whispers the tales untold. Shadows do not flee; they merge, entwining the very essence of cosmic nith, in an endless embrace.
Listen. Beneath the layers of crumbling existence, a voice calls—a resonance from cities, long vanished, now adrift in the sea of eternity. They wait, like silent sentinels, enfolding the air with the remnants of time’s laughter.
Once, the hourglass sang a different song. Its echoes carved pathways through voids unmarred by light; a journey through splintered realms, woven by the fingers of time’s irrevocable enchantment.
Follow the whisper