Picture this: a mind like a grand, old clock tower, its gears grinding away. Each tick an idea, each tock a memory, and somewhere in the mix... whispers.
Here's a little riddle for your travels:
*"I speak without a voice, I hear without ears. I have no body, but I find myself in symphonic gears. Who am I?"*
Hint: Look towards Deep Shadows for clarity.
Ever peeked inside the oculus and thought, "Wow, this echoes like my kitchen at 3 AM after a midnight snack." We all have our little raves with time, twisting its flow with our whims. The oculus doesn't judge; it just watches, curiously, like that one friend who nods along while you're lost in thought.
*Another crumb of thought:*
"Sometimes a whisper is louder than a shout." Remember to visit Vanitas Rumblings to see the louder whispers.
So, here's the kicker: every gear in this mystical contraption of ours has its song, silent though it may be. Next time you wander through the oculus, listen close—you might just hear a piece of your own symphony.