Night descends upon the untold stories, where echoes breathe life into shadows.
A clock ticks backwards in the attic, its hands tracing arcs in the dust of memories.
Fragments of a conversation, caught in the wind, speak of a place where time forgets itself.
Visit the Fragment
Into the Darkness
The echoes fade, but not before revealing secret paths in the forest of dreams.
Raindrops whisper stories of lost voices
that once sang lullabies to unsuspecting stars.
Echoes ripple like stones cast into the pond of thought.
Dive into Illusion