In the recess of perception, where shadows cling and light dares, there lies a whisper..., a tune of unstrung melodies, echoing into the silent xylanthic night.
Uncarved thoughts flow like ancient rivers, past forgotten stones. They are whispered, a breath against the wind. Among them lurk hints of ethereal shapes — tentacled and enduring.
"Will you know them when you see?" asks the flickering voice. Light breaks upon the stones of the mind, revealing pathways you never trod but somehow remember.
Follow the Whisper Listen to the Echo Gaze at the Stars