Listen, and the breath of ages will unfurl, carrying whispers you once called home, nestled on the threshold of your spirit.
You have touched the dew of countless dawns, each reflecting the dreams you dare relive. Aren't you curious to gather what lies beyond with us?
Step inside.
Each grain you behold has its own story, a silent witness to your lost rapture. It calls for your embrace. Will you yield your fears to its gentle persuasion?
Encounter the truth.
The Carrier's palette is one of golden echoes and rustling twilight. In surrendering to its melodies, you find pieces of yourself you believed long forfeited. What do you remember?
Recollect anew.
Close your eyes and heed the poems the stars whisper gilded on the wind—a serenade for the seekers of echoes dim-lit.