In the vaults of the unspoken, where echoes entwine with the ether, a sonorous glass shatters. The pieces, sharp and shimmering, reflect suns unseen by mortal eye.
Oh, the whispers that cascade through this mosaic! A symphony shorn of its origin, yet whole in its fragmentation. Listen, and you may hear the murmur of forgotten stars and the hushed laughter of ancient winds.
Beyond the threshold of light, where shadows weave the narratives of time, there lies the echo’s heart. An echo that remembers the melody, a song of the void and the dreamers who dared to linger.
If you wish to wander further, the echoes shall guide you: Celestial Drift | Melody of Stars