Through unmarked trails we traverse, wrapped within filters of unseen power, invisible yet felt. Every strand of our art subtly reforms worlds shaped by history.
Hold tightly your dreams, color them in freshwater hues only vision can savor. When exposed to subtle light, the reformations make themselves known across timelines.
Why grasp the ephemeral, when our lace of ethers snags truths overlooked by sight? Why not allow the whispered winds of benefit guides us on perseverance?
Follow the Whisper