In the confluence of heartbeats and starlight, we find ourselves drifting. As hearts pulse, they illuminate the void, crafting constellations unbeknownst to time.
Pause and ponder: when the light fades, what remains? Echoes of laughter lost in the corridors of forgotten dreams. Each foot the cosmos, an intricate ballet—the dance never ceases.
Shadows are but reflections of inner truths, casting deeper gravity wells beneath the surface. Understanding emerges not from sight, but from the subtleties of silence.
Venture into the Echo | Remember the Forgotten