Whispers cascade, falling like autumn leaves upon one another, until the web of time tangles.
The clock ticks backward in this room, unraveling the threads of sounds that echo softly in forgotten languages.
Did you remember the tea under a sea of showering stars?
Step into the shadow here, where the light whispers promises of unseen futures.
Between the fabric of old tapes, there lies a forgotten song. Listen closely here, beyond what is told, beyond what is heard.
Fragments of laughter dance in the corridors of mist.
Touch the mysteries that lie beneath the veil. Move your mouse to reveal the secrets of ages past.