Whispers in the labyrinthine corridors of the mind. Paths untaken weave beneath the surface, threads spun of moonlight and shadows. Forgotten echoes, forgotten voices, tangled among the constellations of thought.
An hourglass tilts, and grains of sand slip through fingers not yet born. A mantra repeated in the soft amber glow of a fading day. What could have been, must now wait. Kites fly in dreams, tethered by strings of unwritten futures.
Enter the Echo, explore your reflection in the silver sea.
The door remains ajar, a promise hidden behind petals of time. Follow the Twists of Fate and unlock the silence with your heartbeat's rhythm.
Somewhere, a clock ticks that was never set. Daring you to listen, daring you to forget...