When earth obscures truth beneath layers of soil, the silent whispers of forgotten winds speak through the ages. What does a crusted shell, half-buried in oblivion, tell the sky?
Will the specters of previous epochs find solace in the metaphysical shadows they cast? Between the intertwining realities, where time wavers...
Whispers of the soil, they linger like ancient melodies, etched not in notes but in the very essence of silence.
In that liminal space, where the horizon blushes into twilight - reality bends like an ever-winding path.