The clock ticks backward as the universe yawns, spilling secrets from its gaping mouth. Do you hear them? The murmurs of beings long thought extinct, drifting on mists outside your window?
Once, these whispers were the secrets of kings, now reduced to echoes in a barren sea. Listen closely, and you may find the truth nestled between raindrops as you wander familiar, yet alien, streets.
Fuzzy murmurs of the fallen trees Conversations with shadows Mapping the unseen