'We trespass the lines that twilight barely tells... the lost uncertain pathways where echoes fold into themselves, as memories float in shards.' - Elixor the Forgotten
Did you hear the whisper? Encrypted words drifted in puddles of reflection:
Sender: C0D3/37D7
Your soul is a ballet, pirouetting without a stage. 1111100001, follow the pulse hidden in shadows. Outrageous truths emerge as elasticity breaks. Seek ye not under the sun, but...