Mistery & Virelle
I found a dusty notebook with a cryptic clue that feels like a breadcrumb into a forgotten tale—do you think some stories are better left hinted at, never fully told?
Sometimes the best tales are the ones that whisper, not shout, and leave the mind wandering in the shadows.
Absolutely, the quiet corners often hold the richest echoes—it's the subtle pauses that let the imagination stretch.
So if echoes linger, do they ever truly cease, or simply wait for the next whisper?