In the winding paths of steel and stone, a gentle call, a clock's tick—ethereal. Shadows dance in broken rhythms, as gears mesh with the symphony of unseen hands. An echo! Was it a birdsong or merely the sigh of rusted mechanisms yearning for flight?
Reflective pools of mercury, strewn with golden leaves. Secrets held beneath their quivering surfaces. A compass lies abandoned, its needle spinning in madness, searching endless labyrinths.
Follow the EchoShe stands sentinel, a guardian forged of smoke and mirror, counting moments in candlelight. The air thickens with her presence, a dance of shadows and light, a ballet in perpetual dusk.
Instruments of time lie scattered—a pendulum sways, whispers its secrets in rhythmic beats. Yet, the heart within, a labyrinthine self, beats in patterns known only to the archaic stars.
Meet the Guardian