Once, a door opened in the skies, revealing whispers from unspoken realms. Through this door, the wind carried stories of fallen dreams, echoing the symphony of worlds unknown. The narrative flows forever like sand slipping through fingers, each grain a forgotten tale.
Shadows cast from the whispers linger like forgotten memories on the periphery of light. Faces fade in and out like reflections in rippling water—murmurs remain unclaimed, drifting, calling out for the dreamers who once danced in their wake.
The Echo's Keeper Labyrinthine Whispers All is Lost