In the quiet corners of memory, where the dust creates a symphony of scattered whispers, we place remnant pieces of unspoken truths. Like a puzzle made by an unseen hand, each artifact tells stories of beginnings and ends—but what precedes the fragments?
Shadows stretch and yawn, reaching towards the truth that is not there. We work beneath their reach, hidden, as if trying to decode the whispers of past echoes.
Seek the Shadows"Sometimes the pieces fit those not yet discovered."
Dust settles where voices once roared, leaving behind texts and shadows. Yet here we are, sifting through silence for lost echoes.
Enter the SilentThe mirror reflects one broken line at a time, never showing the whole truth, only the hints of what could be.