In the cathedral of night, where whispered secrets linger, a tapestry of stars weaves forgotten tales. Each dot, a memory suspended in the void, twinkling like the last breath of ancient souls. Faint echoes of laughter, once vibrant, now mere shadows, tracing constellations of longing.
It is said the stars weep for those lost to time's cruel embrace, their tears forming rivers of light, charting paths through the celestial dark. Here, under this eternal dome, we seek solace, tracing the echoes of dreams that never were...
Continue your journey through the Lost Echoes or uncover the Solstice Symphony.