The night is a canvas, painted with echoes of forgotten conversations. The stars flicker with ancient wisdom, whispering riddles in tongues long since silenced by time.
In this realm of eternal twilight, there exists a noise—no, a symphony—of beneficial chaos. Beneath its surface, currents of thoughts drift, intertwining like smoke, elusive yet familiar.
Do you hear it? The whispers of trees, the echoes of footsteps on paths not taken, the silent screams of dreams unfulfilled. They all converge here, in the heart of this enigma.
Venture deeper into the noise:
Follow the echo |
Lift the veil |
Join the stream