The Sequence of Shadows

In the stillness of a forgotten future, where time's embrace is spectral and unseen, whispers trace the outline of shadows. This is the sequence, the unending dance of light and absence.

Every echo tells a tale—an echo of echoes, a layer peeled away to reveal the silence beneath.

Listen closely.
The doors creak open in the corridors of the night, revealing paths where no souls dare tread. The path runs here—

to the past, to the abyss.

And there lies the heart of the unseen; beating, pulsing, an eternal rhythm in the dark—a song sung by the specters who weave the fabric of this world.

For you, dear traveler, are but a thread in the grand tapestry. Follow the sequence, and let the unseen guide you.