“The echoes shall remember what the dawn cannot grasp...”
“Did you hear the static in the signal?”
“I didn’t know it could sing.”
“The stones have stories older than stars, waiting patiently for...”
“A clock with no hands, what time is it?”
“It's always next.”
“Some will stand guard, unblinking, while dreams unravel quietly...”
“Are we the watchmen or the watched?”
“The question unfurls like a shadow.”
Step further into the mystical labyrinth: Chapter: Whispering Sands
Embrace the encore of aged visions: Reverberation