If the current server is not working, please try switching to other servers.
In the mist in which existence lies, memories crystalize from past moments lived. Might be altered, might become in part fiction, but no less real. A moment that goes beyond the perceptible reality. As if the encoding of light and sound by the mind has warped into a fluid form of existence. A static state of constant movement. A ride into the fading waves of remembrance, where falcons of the inner eye murmur above a sea of silver-like memories.
