“What is seen in the breaking dusk, […] a silhouette? An echo? Or the gaze we dared not speak?”
–Fractured Vows, Vol. II
Stories drift anew, weaving through time's stubborn strands. Haunted figures dance lonesome around vibrantly reflective truths. Listen, oh traveler, for whispers entwined with twilight persist amid wand'ring trembles — a mirror's hidden verse waiting to be told.