In the vast alcove of silence, where whispers cling like cobwebs spun with nocturnal dew, there lies a flame. A flickering glow that dances not merely with light, but with story, with soul. Here, the echoes call out in muted reverie, challenging your gaze to decipher what lies beyond the visible horizon.
Step closer, if you dare, to the edges of these burning reflections. Each spark sings a hymn—a forgotten tale waiting to embrace the seeker. Now, take heed, for paths diverge before you, veiled in the smoke of ages past.
Listen to the Stars The Old Well Knows Join the Dance