Once upon a reverse whisper, the clocks unwound their hands.

Melodies played in reverse: an echo of what’s to come, or what’s been lost?

In the garden of twilight, the shadows grew longer as the sun dipped behind the horizon of time.

The traveler stepped backwards, retracing steps on the path of stardust.

Do you hear the tunes of forgotten verses? Follow the echoes.

Each note, a step back to the origins, where the sky kissed the earth goodnight. Explore pathways.