In a universe where echoes speak in colors unheard, have you ever noticed how nostalgia has an unsettling resemblance to déjà vu? Like an old photograph whispering secrets of sunlit summers never spent, it silently taunts you with moments that are impossibly familiar yet sharply alien.
Herein lies the paradox of entities that shift under the eyes of the unsuspecting. They transform in plain sight, dressing themselves in the garb of yesterday's unexplored mysteries. And as they shift, we find ourselves shifting too, although inevitably in the wrong direction, like a dancer who forgot the steps to her own shadow's waltz.
Escaping the labyrinthine hallways of never-was, or perhaps never-will-be, we invite you to encounter our third entity, a delicate figment dancing on the primordial breeze of bygone tomorrows. Do you dare to peer into their transformation, or perhaps your introspection will change your own shape in tandem? A witness, we are told, is never less than a participant.