Sanctum Revelations

In the crevice of absence, a whisper. Unsought. Unfound. A shiver of echoes...

The sensation lingers. Unseen, like a question mark left hanging in the void. Fingers? No, mere illusions.

There was once a brush against the present, a fleeting warmth of familiarity. The stone of ages cradles these memories — lost limbs, found in dreams.

-1.1: Shadows dance, shadows fade...\n -1.0: Remember the texture of nothing, felt too real.\n -0.9: Intersections between what is biological and ethereal. Flesh against perception.\n -0.8: An itch where touch has never been — the paradox.\n -0.7: Room for doubt; an enclave for the forgotten.\n -0.6: The sanctuary breathes in pulses, unnoticed.\n -0.5: Cradle those phantom musings, they know more.\n -0.4: We were here, once.\n

Find solace: Echoes | Seek more: Murmurs