Sometimes, the universe speaks in murmurings that tug at the edge of our dreams.
Threads of destiny weave a tapestry so intricate, so profound, that its purpose eludes the mind.
In the silence, I hear echoes of what might have been, reverberating through the corridors of time.
Dare you follow these paths, illuminated only by the shards of your own shattered reflections?
Dusk Memory
Crimson Crosser