Hello, friend from the maze of dimensions and whispers.
Once, our shadows danced upon the sands of nebulous realms, long before dawn remembered its name. There, we left traces of laughter – unreal, perhaps.
Memoirs of the Cosmic Garden:
- The roses whispered secrets in codes untranslatable
- Visions of light weaving through the silence
- An echo upon echoes, resonating endlessly
The skies weep tears of stardust upon the abandoned corridors of thought, where memories echo like spectral melodies.
Open the Portal to Another EchoA Phantasmal Tale Awaits