In the center of a once-bustling village, a clock chimes. Its sound reverberates, equally an invitation and a farewell. Time, fractured into crystalline pieces, echoes through alleys now overgrown with ivy and moss. They remember the laughter, they remember the whispers, but most of all, they remember the silence that followed.
Shadows flicker against the walls of dilapidated houses, each one a remnant of dreams long abandoned. Once, these dreams danced in the light, vibrant and whole, but now they lie scattered—shattered like glass upon the stones.
A girl stands at the edge of the forest, her silhouette a beacon in the twilight. She holds in her hands the fragments of a memory, stories untold that spill from her fingers like sand. Will you listen?
The paths diverge, leading to doors that no longer exist. They whisper secrets of other worlds, forgotten realms where echoes remain untouched and waiting.