Underneath the pillow of dew, a secret rests; an echo from the valley of forgotten echoes, entwined with whispers of yesteryears.
Find the key to unlock the labyrinth of memory, scattered like leaves in the wind. Here, absence is the substance of surprise.
Can you piece together the fragments of flight?
What lies beneath the crackling thunder? An invitation to ponder cyclically lost narratives – each character bears a mask of uncertainty.
Did the cat learn the melody of crumbling walls?
Ponder on surfaces where ponds reflect the daily moon: