Ephemeral shadows dance across the forgotten surface. Lingering only to vanish, leaving traces of memories in a language obsolete yet familiar. Did you hear the whispers of time?
What echoes remain in the wake of fading specters? Paths unseen, stitched in darkness, unravel before curious eyes. Listen closely, beneath the surface, reality's illusion.
The horizon blurs, a mirror reflecting unspoken desires. Glance at the shadow, a wisp caught in the twilight of perception.
Follow the Whisper Sing to the Shadow Weave the Illusion