Once, in the twilight, when the streets were shadows and whispers, a pathway revealed itself. Echoes of forgotten confessions lingered like the soft rustle of autumn leaves. Have you walked this path before, or is it new to your restless feet?
We all have our hallways lined with memories—conversations we've had with ourselves out loud, and others, unwittingly overheard. Walk deeper into the silence, and let the echoes guide you. What do they say?
Whispering Pines