Transmission Through Mists

Beyond the veiled dews, woven in whispers,

Mirrored reflections etch the silent void.

How far the stars whisper your name across veils of time.

Step into the misted corridors, where futures are mirrors,

The horizon glimmers, and here we stand, together, apart.

Have you traced the contours of our dreams?

Follow the Mirage

Listen to the Echoes

Become the Wayfarer