Circles Revolving

In the heart of the echo, the whispers of forgotten names swirl, circles within circles— the quiet screams of solitude hidden beneath layers of luminous shadows, kaleidoscopic dreams unraveling in the midnight sun. Time bends, a soft caress against the fabric of consciousness, each loop a forgotten story, each revolution a new beginning—old endings.

Eyes like the sea, depthless and hungry, tracing the invisible paths laid by the ancients, where the earth meets the horizon in a dance of fire and ice. Do you remember the song? A haunting lullaby sung by the winds— a melody lost in the rumble of stars. Breathe in the dust of passed worlds, breathe out the life of new ones.

Follow the light to nowhere, where your shadow greets you with open arms, and the labyrinth whispers your name into the void. See the Dance | The Forgotten | Return Home