Footsteps upon the alien sands whisper tales of glassy-eyed mermaids, dreaming in colors unseen. Where do we tread?
Fragments of laughter drift amidst the fog, a haunting melody intertwining with the echoes of past despairs.
Grasp that ethereal nothingness and feel the chill of its embrace—a reminder that forgotten horrors linger. Remember.
Click to hear a whisper of shadows...
Among the crumbling folios, the memories have morphed unrecognizably—each crease a destiny, each mark a scar. Am I here?
Could night fall on an hourglass, revealing fish swimming upstream against time's relentless current? Visit the stain of resolution.
Time hexed, unraveled— >>ticking, sideways, treading ever left...<< A winding regret.