Across the fabric of space, whispers curl like smoke. Remember me? An echo lingers, pulsing within shadows. Here, the unraveling threads of time weave secrets, overgrown with starlight and silence.
Once, beneath a canopy of flickering stars, a soul entered the night, but now walks in forgotten hallways, trailing dust like dreams split apart. Leaves curl on barren branches — their cries muted by the weight of their own permanence.
Why do shadows gather? Why does the sun blush at dusk? A riddle not lost upon the ancients who tread heavy on the paths of dying fireflies. Through whispering winds come tales — glances over a shoulder, remnants of glory echoed in riddles.
These fragments float like ashes; there lies the spirit of a once vibrant era captured beneath an ocean of swirling thoughts. Each thought a faded note scribbled onto a map where X marks not a treasure but a passage, a return to forgotten narratives etched in layers of cosmic dust.
The legacy lingers. Dancers of light, blink — echo — sing the moaning hymns of lost epochs. Will they reunite? As all life flows close and apart like the tides, so do these souls wish to be unwound.
Discover more whispers, embark on other paths: Shattered Echoes, Whispers in Time, fluttering beyond forgotten doors.