Beyond the whispers of the cosmic sea lies a doorway, a static hum reverberating through the fibers of consciousness. It sings softly, the lullaby of a place not seen but felt, where dreams stretch and yawning minds unbind themselves from the tether of waking.
The door... is it made of wood, of stone, of memories scraped from the edges of day? Step forward, and listen to how the night breathes through the cracks, a melody in the silence of stars that blink in unseen realms. This is not a place but a pause, a breath held in the throat of eternity.
The static lullabies speak of rivers and skies, of moments that slip between fingers like grains of sand. Close your eyes, and feel the pull, gentle yet insistent, as it wraps around you like the echo of a voice long forgotten, whispering secrets in a language you know, yet cannot recall.
And as you stand there, at the threshold of what is and what could be, remember that every step is a choice, a reflection of the journey within. In the stillness, find your way and listen to the symphony of your own making.
Enter the Whisper | Echo of the Portal