The Echo Manifest

Footsteps on an alien shore, tracing patterns in sand as yet untouched by dawn. Here, the sky bleeds a color nameless, an expanse where stars whisper secrets to the unworthy.

Once, there was a song sung by winds that spoke of places unseen, of dreams that fell through time's gnarled fingers. Beneath the horizon, a voice waits, patient as the tides.

What do you seek? An echo, a spark, a shadow of memory long lost. Follow the rhythm, the heartbeat of silent worlds, and find refuge in the forgotten.