In the twilight of whispers, where echoes meet their shadows,
the voice of the forgotten dances upon the edge of time.
Have you heard the color of dreams sing?
Wrapped in gossamer threads that bind not, yet hold the world in
a gentle embrace, suspended in amber, like moments lost in
the folds of space.
Hear the Echo of Silence
Wander the Lost Paths
Follow the Twilight's Dreams