Have you ever glided through the whispers of a forest, where sunlight pierces like thoughtful questions? Somewhere in that glowing aura, a unit was lost. Not lost in the sense of search and panic, but quietly slipping between the seconds, held visually by a gentle luminosity. Walking alongside the river, it’s believed that you can hear its secrets flow like melodies in the ripples.
Picture this: A unit that regards time as a playful trickster, bending and stretching, thematically enshrined by whispers of glowing entities. Ever wonder what it talks about when the stars descend? Yeah, it’s likely asking the breeze to stretch its tales afar, to the attentive ears of those who dare wander.