Ancient Echoes

Beyond the disarray of temporal threads, the ancients sang songs of forgotten clocks. Time, here, is a spiral staircase unwinding into the ether, where the shadows dance with no light.

A ship of dreams sails on seas of glass, where reflections tell tales of what could have been, what should never be. The captain is a whisper, the crew a myriad of memories, both unfamiliar and achingly close.

The wind carries secrets from the mountains of whispered truths—what is, what isn’t, what never was. And in those winds, voices of soldiers long after the battle, chanting an anthem of peace in a land cured of war's memories.