In the quiet pause between thunder and rain, in those fleeting seconds where time bends, an invitation lies. The echoes, they murmur, weaving tales of forgotten hills and skies now veiled. Step closer to this whispering void, and hear its calls.
Consider the depths of silence, how it holds space for what once was. A blanket of stars, a chorus of night creatures, and these murmurs, luring us to listen more deeply. Would you dare to uncover what lies beneath the surface of our shared dreams?
Oh, let us not deny the gentle pull of the haze, where visions of dusk-lit pathways beckon you forth. What remnants of stories unspoken are waiting in the shadows to greet you? Embrace this whimsy, this unsettled truth known only to the echoes.