The radio crackles, spinning tales of unseen feasts. Birds forged from old newspapers gather in circles, listening to the whispers of sunk ships, their hulls bearing messages only decipherable by the hungry.
Somewhere amidst the rusting anchors and faded stars, a voice murmurs: "Feeders of the echo, rise."
Decode MoreIn the land of cracked mirrors, where echoes drown in silence, the glass sea sings of forgotten realms. A lighthouse built of whispers flickers, guiding souls adrift among shards of solitude.
"Swim deeper," it calls, "where the echoes break."
Dive Deeper