The wind, a perpetual architect, stitches and unravels the crests of forgotten valleys. Each grain a memory. Each shift, a chapter erased and resurrected.
Beneath the restless sea of sands lie echo-halls, carven-tales enfolding shadows of faceless figures lost to the whispers of oblivion. Some say they once spoke in tongues painted with starlight, imprints marooned in time.
To the right, the murmurs of a fragmented scroll tell of roads unwritten, paths lined with spectral beacons no longer aglow. Unveil the Single Voice
Explore the Labyrinth of Echoes
The dunes listen, the dunes remember...