The Relentless Beacon

In the voids of sleep, where dreams whisper their last gasps, lies the echo of a beacon. It calls, yet does not ask. It shows, yet never reveals.

We wander the remnants of those dreams, each step a graceless dance upon the edges of consciousness. The reflections in fading light, mirrors to the unseen. The light is relentless, for it knows no end in these empty halls.

Remembering what was never ours to keep...

And thus, we find ourselves here, at the precipice of night, cradled by the relentless glow. Maybe, we think, this is where we were meant to be all along. Alone, yet surrounded by what once was a constellation of our own makings.

Will you follow the light?

Dim Shore of Echoes
Fragmented Memories