Faint echoes of yesteryears whisper in the night's embrace.
In the cold corridors of dreams long forsaken, one stumbles upon the remnants of what was—a place untouched by time's scythe, where shadows dance to the melody of an ancient clock.
Is it the same road, or a new path disguised in veils?
Inside this winding labyrinth, the signal pulses, distorted yet familiar, a calligraphy of stars etching words in languages lost to human lips. A maze made not of walls, but of whispers.
Seek the Oracle's murmurs Explore the Forgotten ReverieThe sky, a canvas of void and silence, where dreams signal their arrival with bursts of phantom light—casting silhouettes against the memories of a world both ours and not.