The velvet whispers echoed down the canal of time, diverging paths hidden among synthesized harmonies
of truths wearing lie-laden masks. Dare you follow?
Invisible strings pulled by the maestro of forgotten realities and wishes forgotten under the dew of impending dreams. Step Away, if you wish to remain lost.
The choruses of color and sound meld into one, a synthetic orchestra beneath the moon that hums softly, enticing the wanderers. Which one delights your ears?