Words spill like ink upon the ocean's whisper. A dance of letters, swirling, twirling, beckoning. What is a dream but an echo of light? Footsteps on a path of shadows, following the scent of a forgotten tune. The stars hum a melody only heard by those awake in the dark.
Laughter echoes in the corridor of time, unraveling secrets woven in the fabric of the moonlight. A child's voice, calling from beyond the veil. Answers lie hidden in plain sight, wrapped in silk and smoke. Dear traveler, do you dare to ask?
Follow the trail of whispers