In the ethereal realm where whispers of the past linger, I've often pondered the journey of smoke. It dances with the flickering flames of forgotten fires, weaving tales of warmth and distance. Each curl, a message sent across the span of dimensions, seeking the soul willing to embrace its transient form.
Interdimensional letters have come to me in dreams, written in the language of the ephemeral. One such correspondence spoke of how smoke binds worlds together: a thin veil separating existence, yet shared in the wisp of a breath.
Where do you find the smoke's whisper, traveler? Perhaps near an ancient tree, where roots intertwine with the soil of another world, or in a forgotten library, where dust and time conspire to unravel truths untold.
Follow the Smoke's Path Listen to the Echoes