Whisper of forgotten winds, the sail unfurls not in light but bearer of shadow. Voices linger, untameable, woven through strands of silence. Mushrooms concealed beneath the frost are silent storytellers of worlds below. Tune of the cosmos — a melody that breaks and mends in chaos, dancing on the cerulean pulse of the void.
Embrace the sound. Sense the friction of fleeting realms. Misshapen myths take flight on odyssey of memories — histories not forgotten, yet never made. Objects and intentions blur as wispy trails left behind tender resonance solidified only in void stare.
Uncharted Phantasies and the Tangled Daring link through reverberations.