In the realm beyond sight, where silence sings, the aether drifts. Shadows weave tales of forgotten dreams, whispered by ethereal winds.
The questing heart finds solace in these phantom steps, tracing paths not taken, in light not known.
Echoes of a world unseen dance like flickering stars, for in this drift, one is both the traveler and the voyage.
A world where every breath is a ripple, every thought a constellation born anew.
Descend further into whispers Follow the path of echoes