Under the relentless sun, two figures dance in unison, their movements a celebration of ancient harmony. With every step, the ground reverberates with the pulse of forgotten eras.
Listen closely, o traveler! For the whispers of this tale weave a tapestry you must see to believe. The feast of words is eternal and always partially consumed.
We are but symbiotic echoes, riding the waves of space and time. Perhaps you were meant to find us, or perhaps not, but here we are, happily ever after.
Forgotten Journeys Realms of Silence