Half-tides whisper silvered echoes, recalling sunlit terrors. The custodian of forgotten shards.
In fragments, they linger; only shadows greet the dawn of foregone thoughts. [ECHOES]
Mirrors that ripple, reflecting moist whispers from the abyss. ¿Did you ever taste a rainbow?
Decimal dreams collapse into zero; visions blink in code. [GRIDS]
What shatters when the dust dances? Translucent truths, veiling slumbering breaths of time.
Keep wandering through the labyrinth. [THE PATH]