In the dusk of dying sunlight, petals speak in tragic songs.
The initiates gather amidst the swirling mists of twilight, cloaked in remnants of the last year’s dreams.
As shadows dance, memory evokes the notion of transformation—a flaring incense of old promises.
Gaze as the blood moon weeps over cracked stones, murmuring secrets forgotten by time.
Red ties bind the congregation to a vast, unexplored cosmos, paves decaying furrows touched by firelight.
Rituals remind the participants of the palpable pulse that throbs beneath their skins—synchronized hearts.
The whispering trees embrace fragile promises in tethered reflections
Diving deep where the lost are found again.
Click for your departure:
Lost and Found Portal