The tailor of the night once said, "Casting shadows for fortune finders, stitching, dreaming, and repeating again." Each stitch a decision, each dream a path, and what is the path but a loop? A loop that listens but hears nothing new, for the fabric of dreams knows no end.
We craft these tales in silence, the irony thick enough to weave into the lightless void. Visit the sea of memories or possibly echoes. Wherever you go, you will find the same silhouettes, dancing in the moonlight, their steps a mere echo of their own.