Past the edge of whispered trees, where shadows begin to... An old town clock strikes, but there are... Mysterium uncoils, like morning mist over...
We gather at the crossroads, where... Each path is a whisper, or perhaps... Above us, ravens search for the...
Its echoes remind us of yesterday, yet... Must we follow the light or... Among the tales unwritten, a figure...
The Path Forward Beyond the Now Fleeting Moments