In the twilight of dreams, where echoes weave, a breeze unfurls mystic tales of what was. Shadows embrace the lingering whispers, while sunlight dances upon the fragile past.
The voice of absence sings a haunting lullaby, resonating through the corridors of the unseen. Listen closely, for in its murmurs lies truth, cloaked in the enigmatic haze of forgotten lore.
Touching on fragility, the symbols rise, floating on the breath of a quiet dawn. Perhaps they speak a language of their own, or perhaps, they seek to unearth your reflection.
beneath the surface | echoes' embrace | twilight naturally recedes