Beyond the horizon, where the shadows whisper secrets...
Today is tomorrow's yesteryear, melting like wax in the sun.
The color of time is neither blue nor green, it dances in the corners of perception...
The silent clock speaks backward, reaching out to touch moments forgotten.
In the middle of the maze lies the unknown; touch it to feel the echo.
Dreamers walk with shadows, whispering dreams into the void.
Go forth: Enter the Echo Chamber, Beyond the Veil, The Never Ending Story