The Whispering Well

The rustle of echoes trapped between the cry of light and whispering shadows.
The ancient stones cradle waters unseen, their depths murmur secrets in tongues untamed.

Once upon a tremor, there lies a voice, woven of tight-lipped fears and the wind’s delicate sigh.

Do you dare lean closer and drink of these secrets, only to let them boil within the void of knowledge?

Murmurs of the Void
Lost Echoes

By moon's gentle hand, the ripples dance and weave stories not meant for sleep nor wakefulness.

Touch the well, and let the stories begin where the skies break, and the earth’s heart skips a breath.