As time flows backward and forward, we find ourselves tracing paths that lead to intersections unseen. Footsteps echo on spectrums vast, imprinting sand with dreams that evaporate like mist.
The Ephemeral Ocean - Echoes in the tide
The Unseen Current - Driftwood can tell
Waves of Reverberation - Sounds without source
The Seeker's Echo - Voices of the void