Trace of The Past
In a shimmering corridor on what seemed to be an everlasting autumn dusk, a scribe has begun to compile a compendium found in whispering tongues.
Inside these pages, or perhaps neurons ceased in time, emerges an enigma forever forgotten: an epidemic of epiphany engulfs the latest remnants of sanity, leaving behind only scents of abandoned truths.
The Annual Look Beyond
The voices espouse tales of fragmented moments. Shadows change shapes down winding hallways softly lit only by the glow of twilight ghost lamps and the quiet crackle of echoing revelations.
Vanished Statements
Now, dislodged from existence are rumors of neon veils traversing the labyrinth… mysteries whisper dirges transcending consciousness — almost bleeding into waking dreams. Truth teeters forever outside the reach of time-bound perception.
Quaint territories held by voices lost traverse onwards; contemplate the guiding luminance here: