Behold the static waves traversing the continuum, erasing the boundary between reality and imagination. In every silence, a breeze whispers time's encrypted manifesto, delivering echoes of eras veiled in the tapestry of forgotten frequencies. Decode hence and let resonance guide you.
Crystal FieldsA circle composed of rhythms, a wheel whose spokes echo through ages. Time is not linear, but a cycle shifting resonantly.
Where the whisper breaches the fabric of the now. Every tick a note early, its consonance tapped into static.