An echo whispers through woven strands of time, a voice crafted both lost, and yet...
Footsteps in the mist, without source and undefined, seeking the key that was never given, only
In the heart of the labyrinth the cauldron simmers, brewing what-ifs of forgotten tales.
Shadows stretching, reaching out towards realms that shines unable to touch...
Reaching through dimensional threads, opening portals never meant to close, unlocking doors of yesterday and tomorrow.