Step through the echo, where whispers weave tales untold, the chorus murmurs beneath a veil of shimmering stars.

Once, in a forgotten realm, the echoes of a long-lost song traversed the ethereal winds, longing for passage to the ear of a dreamer.

Patterns on the edge, fractals of sound and silence, a dance of hues in muted twilight.

Do you remember the night when our shadows merged with the shadows of forgotten histories?

It was then a bequest from the stars, an x-ray vision into the heart of color.

Listen closely (click here), for the depths of twilight hold secrets, songs woven between the lines of reality.

A whisper like silk, threads of time unravel in crystalline cadence, whispered audibly yet shrouded from the sunlit world. Beneath the portal, an invitation glows.

Echoes in the marrow of the earth, where the wind tells secrets, and a forgotten chorus sings...

The echoes fade, yet linger; memories of a time when stars held different names in the tapestry of ages.