In the muted glow of twilight's cradle, whispers find solace among the stars. Here, lullabies of forgotten lull go on—
catch a note, and experience an eternity confined in a heartbeat. Shadows drift like dreams lost
in a half-told overture, while the quiet prays for a restlessness to stir the heavens.
So restlessly, shadows start to shatter, releasing their captured songs—
ripple through desires dipped in dusk.
Do you not feel them calling? In ages stained with trembling light’s embrace,
in echoes formed from daylight’s touch.
Follow where the links diverge:
Starling Whispers
Crimson Dreamscape