In between the echoes of forgotten stars and the whispers of the void, there lies a realm where silence speaks. Here, the constellations weave tales in a language older than time, shaping the fables of worlds unseen.
Travel these ancient paths through the luminescent fog, where memories of supernovae are locked in amber light. Each step is a whisper, each heartbeat is a pulse of oblivion.
Read the EchoesThe journey is endless, and yet it is not. With every thought, a new constellation is born, an unseen galaxy forms in the labyrinths of the mind. Here lies the Hall of Mirrors, reflecting not the past, but the never-was.