The path behind is a tapestry woven in echoes. Every step, a story untold, a whisper forgotten.
Can the shadows speak? Can they reason? Their silent dialogue plays like a symphony no one dares to hear.
The future trembles at the touch of our hands, molded by intentions unseen, by dreams long buried.
Beneath the surface of consciousness, a serpent coiled, waiting, watching. It knows, oh how it knows.
"Do not trust the dawn; it carries the murmurs of the night within its light..."
Will you heed the whispers? The echoes of decisions made in the quiet corners of fate's design?
Listen to the Echo | Awaken the Serpent