In the shadow of the endless crescent, where whispers weave through the night, there lies a tale of mirrored eyes, speaking truths forgotten in time.
The stars, they dance to a silent song, unheard save by the seekers of thought, those who glean between the veils, of what is known and what is not.
Your gaze can pierce the veil of dreams, where the hidden chapters rest, longing for the breath of memory, to unfurl their pages wide and free.
Find the Voice