The score remains silent, yet sings loudly in the absence of sound. A tune only heard when you do not try to hear it, a melody woven through the fabric of stillness.
In rooms without walls, the echo finds its home. Steps leading nowhere, falling into places unmarked, never seen, yet always known.
Follow the WhispersThe corridor stretches into eternity, zamored streets made from walls that breathe gently and pause only to stare at you.
Lend me your silence, and together we will dance among the unsung symphonies of the void. Lo! The incessant story told by walls that echo.
Enter Dreamtide