Once, the electronic whispers told tales of the unseen, those who wander within the dreams of yesteryear. Pixels bleed like the forgotten ink of a diary, held in the grip of an ocean's embrace.
The Echoes ResoundListen closely—beyond the veil of static, you might hear the laughter of a shadow or the cry of a memory lost. Perhaps the sky beneath the ground has eyes?
Lost in the WoodsNavigate through corridors of glass, where each turn reveals a new illusion, a flicker of light, a dance of darkness. Will you find the dawn, or will you linger in twilight's grasp?
Path of Storms