The Mystic Paths

Remember when the world was a canvas, full of colors splashed with dreams and echoes of laughter? The first step was always overwhelming yet exhilarating, the kind that pulls your soul into a dance of the unknown.

Each turn down the path whispered histories forgotten, stories abandoned in the ravines of youth. The gentle sighs of the winds played symphonies, recounting escapades that elders tucked away, never to be seen again.

Convergences | Echoes | Sunrises