Somewhere between the light and the echo, there is a whisper. It beckons from an unseen realm, where shadows twist and records are carved into the very fabric of night.
Do you remember the song that played when the world fell asleep? It was a melody of whispers and shadows.
The light is fading, slipping through the cracks of yesterday. You can almost hear it, the tune that loops endlessly in the void. Find the source before the dawn breaks.
The shadows record everything, even the things we wish to forget. Yet, in their grasp, we find ourselves anew.