The broken echoes call softly beneath the surface, beyond the tentacles of light. Can you find the whispered codes hidden in the dark? In this flickering exit, the past hasn't vanished, merely forgotten and waiting.
Echoes of Faint Memory uncover here
Obscured Paths weave through
Celestial Whispers heard dimly
As the static hum envelops your being, where do you draw the line? Are the ciphers doors or barriers?
Pause. Reflect. In the broken image of yourself, find your truth.