In the embrace of shadows, secrets converse with the twilight. Worlds unseen flicker in the absence of light.

A tree breathes its shadow, a canvas painted with unwritten dialogues. Here, legends dissolve into the grain of reality.

A quill drifted away, tethered to nothing but the pulse of a dream. Carved in Uncertainty.

State of being — an echo in an empty sepulcher. Whirlpool's Pursuit lays its waiting.