The Ethereal Chronicles of Splice

"In the void of silken echoes, the ephemeral dance..."
Once the tide has receded, leaving behind skeletal shores, whispers of forgotten dreams linger.
"A prism fractures the mind, scattering clarity..."
Shadows of meaning cast longer than the light from which they are born.
"Temporal threads weave between the weft and warp of reality..."
Every blink a bead of rain in the aurora of a cosmic puddle.
Mosaics Beneath the Waves The Infinite Ripple Echoes of the Fugue