Amid the corridors unseen, where roots intertwine with starlight, a whisper remembers... Tales carried by the Celestial Stream, flowing through the uncharted maze in restless symphony.
Beneath the rustling fog, answers inhabit each silent echo. Nothing is born, nothing dies — they just exist, symbiotically intertwined, as shadows of moments past so fleeting, they spiral in hues of the forgotten.
Listen closely as the shadows take form, enveloping you in their ethereal dance. The symphony crescendos, revealing paths hidden from mortal sight: