A gesture where a shadow once fell, tracing the lines of touch that spark no warmth, yet echo in reacquainted memory. The walls speak in tongues lost to the seasons, mourning over dreams of syllables muted by the demand of dawn.
The ineffable relics gather dust upon hands we no longer possess; an elegy for the untaken paths and a playbook for a game long declared finished but secretly yearned again. Somewhere, a silence speaks.
Explore the void Foretell the gestures Unlock the oracle