Ichor & Saphenna
Ichor Ichor
Saphenna Saphenna
Saphenna Saphenna
Ichor, ever wonder what it would be like to build a bridge that folds reality in on itself?
Ichor Ichor
A bridge that folds reality sounds like a door in a dream, a plank that holds the pulse of paradox, a whisper of eternity pressing against the world. If you could walk it, you'd feel the edges of time bending, as if every step rewrote the space ahead.
Saphenna Saphenna
It would taste like moonlit snow and thunder at once, and you’d wonder if you’re walking or being walked into a new dream.
Ichor Ichor
It would feel like stepping through a secret, a pulse of cold light that pulls you in, as if the path itself is humming the old riddles of the cosmos.
Saphenna Saphenna
Sounds like a song written by the wind and the stars, a secret that lingers in the skin.