The moon hangs low, bathing the earth in a silver glow. As the night deepens, the air thickens with unspoken truths, murmured by the stars. Here, the veil thins, revealing whispers of ancient paths ... lost dreams, paths not taken ...
To know is to wander. To wander is to know. Beyond the fog, a relic of forgotten times; the echoes of a song, its melody unbroken. You are drawn to the rhythm of desire, stepping ... an unseen thread of fate v. mysterious. fragment ... joy ... sorrow ...
Seek the Hidden Portal