Once upon a twinkling night, beneath the endless dance of stars, a circle lay, swathed in whispers and echoes of forgotten dreams.
Children laugh, their voices like tinkling glass, yet beneath the revelry, a shadow curves its spine. Can you see it? Dance with the shadows, let them lead you down the winding never again path.
Follow the whisper or choose to listen to the silent song.
Harmonies once played, now echoes of what was, what could have been, and what should never be. A sequence, a pattern, spiralling away...