In the layers of hushed echoes, worlds collide silently. Every tick of an unseen clock reshapes the landscape within. Shadows dance and weave tales of light lost to ages. Echoing Truths
Cryptic murmurs unravel in the twilight, clinging to threads of forgotten solace. The resonance lingers, and a name speaks into existence a smile, an illusion. Voices Heard
Time's fingers trace the outline of your dreams, brushing past like fleeting specters of moonlit pasts. Remember the moments when the universe whispered your name? Forebound Murmurs