"Have you not seen the cascading stars, each a echo of a desire once whispered in the dark?" - voice lost to the ether
"In the crevices of every sunset, lies a secret yearning for dawn's embrace."
- The Wandering Sage, speaking from shadows
The world spins on the axis of forgotten truths. Each involves the careful separation of time from eternity. A whisper only heard when clocks cease to tick, reverberates through the minds of those seeking hidden paths.
Choose your portal in silence and let the unseen guide you. Discover further.
Do not rush to finish this, for every sentence is an epoch, and every pause, a millennium.