In the darkness they converse, whispers wrapped in shadows. Words dwell between planes, spirals of haunting syllables stitched within the fabric of ethereal silence. Deep within the shimmers touched by forgotten hands lie the dormant echoes of a thousand worlds, awaiting revelation.
Wheresoever thine echo travels, shadows cling and await their turnague.
They writhe through the contour of uncertainty, seeking eyes of the
unseen. Along the grids, fractured sequins protrude and quiver in the
ancient incantations of past souls.
To you, dear traveler:
Cast your thoughts into the aneurism of twilight:
Beyond the Void Echoes of Time Paths of Lost Voices