In the dream of an endless trip, the road finds itself splitting. Sidepaths disappear into the fog, where shadows converse in languages lost to time.

The murmurs of a distant engine can be heard, yet no vehicle is seen. All paths, like the labyrinths of old, weave tales without an exit.

Are you here to find answers? Or to bask in the ambience of roads unforeseen?
Crossroads of Whispers
Echoes of the Endless