A chorus of unseen echoes reverberates beneath reality's skin. A dialogue written on the fingertips of a forgotten dusk that grazes the horizon of unknowing. Can you hear?
Hope drips like rainfall on parched expectations, nourishing the soil of dreams with the irony of clouds that never descend. Yet, this is their purpose: to rot in the hands of a paradoxical moon.
Underneath the shifting layers lies truth, cloaked in the unfamiliar tongues of men who speak in melodies only the mad comprehend. Listen closely, the universe hums secrets it wishes not to announce.
Enter the realm where echoes dwell