What has keys but opens no locks, has space but no room, and you can enter but not go inside?
Think: Keyboard.
I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I can’t be touched, but I am everywhere. What am I?
Think: An Echo.
You see me once in June, twice in November, but not at all in May. What am I?
Think: The letter 'e'.
As the trains rumbled beneath ancient cities now forgotten, shadows whispered truths we long to unveil. The echoes of time unravel beneath translucent riddles, caught between dimensions pixelated yet profound.
A closer look reveals but endless layers, treasured histories folded beneath the fabric of time’s tapestry. The quest continues beyond here. Where is the destination?
For enigmas cradle the insatiable wish to explore: Hidden Traces, Lost Songs.