The sun whispered secrets as it dipped, shrouded by night’s velvet embrace. Here in the twilight realm, where boundaries blur, shadows gather like memories woven from fragments of light.
Wraiths dance upon these veils, a ballet of echoes, slipping between the seams of reality. They are the breath of shadows, the sigh of sunlight, forever bound to this spectral theatre.
Their stories are told in flickers, in the silence of stars unseen. We are but observers in this cosmic play, where every shadow holds an unspoken truth, and every wraith a forgotten dream.
Enter the Portal Celestial Odysseys