Hunters of the Parallel Void

In search of a parallel universe where Mondays are optional and nostalgia is outlawed.

"Do you remember the time we wandered aimlessly and found nothing at all? Those echoes must have been imitation, for they were silent when we called."

Lost Paths

There are tales of hunters who seek what was never lost, only abandoned by choice and circumstance.

Once, in an ironic twist, a carrier of dreams sat idle, waiting for a vision to come. Alas, the vision was merely a reflection in a puddle of discontent.

Puddle of Illusion

Memories, they say, are like echoes in a corridor; persistent but devoid of substance.

"Echoes," she said, "are just lies told by truth when it wants to sound profound." The void nodded, but its silence was absolute.

Absolute Silence