The midnight clock speaks with the voice of restless shadows. Time is but an observer in the house of stained glass memories.
Fragmented whispers of what has come to pass, or perhaps what was never intended to be. An echo, soft and unrelenting, a chorus of unseen tides.
Between the silence and the chaos, a place exists where certainties dissolve. Here lies the unanswered dream: a landscape painted with forgotten truths.
The stars bloom in reverse, a cosmic dance of eeriness and grace. Each heartbeat is a note in the symphony of the cosmos, a call from the void that hums beneath our waking reality.
Mystic Echoes